The Kiss. Wow.
His kiss was soft melted butter on a warm roll, dripping down the sides of my mouth. Blissfully sensual, yet not too assuming. His lips questioned mine with nibbles. His tongue caressed my mouth, begging me to open slightly more to it…to him. Open to the possibility.
But the possibility of what?
I opened my eyes slowly as he withdrew his lips from mine. He was smiling at me. He knew.
I could feel my face flush. Much to my horror, I could also feel a hunger beginning to build in me that had nothing to do with 5 star restaurants.
His eyes leveled with mine, and his face said it all…he he knew.