Forty

Martha

“I’m sorry for worry—” I reached for him and grabbed his face, slamming my lips on his, before he could even let a word out.

His lips were frozen—from shock— around mine, but I savored the moment and pressed our lips even harder.

Then, almost immediately, I pulled away from him, quite baffled and mortified by what I just did. It was an impulsive, instinctive feeling that just seemed natural at the moment, so much so that even with how embarrassed I was, I still felt satisfied doing it.

“Oh, I-I…” I stuttered, taking a few steps back, still in shock by what I did, when his hands shot out and grabbed mine, pulling me closer to him.

“Kiss me again,” he demanded, his eyes dancing with lust in them.

I tried to pull away, but his grasp was as firm as steel, telling me that he wasn’t going to let go until I did what he had wanted.

“I-I can’t,” I mumbled, feeling very embarrassed by my impulse action. The kiss was just a spur-of-the-moment thing, I just recklessly did it, because I