Hannah Johnson leaned against the table, her entire body pressed close, trapping her within his embrace, his warm breath just inches away, scorching yet tender against her face.
Their bodies were pressed together, dispelling the coolness of the autumn day, inexplicably adding a touch of warmth and ambiguous affection.
As the kiss ended, his hot breath brushed against her face, "Sis..."
"Hmm?"
"Your face is so hot, it's like you have a fever."
Hannah pursed her lips, "That's because you're inexperienced, and it hurt me a bit."
"I truly am inexperienced." Isaac Shea only smiled at her, "Last time was my first kiss."
As he spoke, his burning breath was all about her face, stirring up a heat that made her heart flutter. Isaac Shea's hands, propped beside her, tightened continually.
Moving closer,
and even closer.
Almost pressing against her lips, he said, "Aren't you experienced? How about..."
"You teach me?"
Implicitly suggesting:
Let Hannah take the initiative.
