32 His Definition Of Kiss

My defenses crumble one after another just like how a rocky ice melt under the heat from the sun. His lips is warm and soft against mine too much from my expectation. He is unexpectedly gentle, the way he moves his lips feels like I am some kind of a delicate glass that he needs to hold carefully or else I breakdown into pieces. The tender pleasure is too good to be true and it feels like this is my first time. I have been kissed before, not just once but countless of times but this is the first time I felt something like this. An emotion I couldn't name, a tingling sensation that makes me crave for more, ask for more because I want more of him.

Oh no... This is not good, this is getting dangerous.

I was about to push him away from me but Sain pulled away and took away his mouth from me which is surprisingly sweet and addictive. I breath heavily while looking at him with my slightly parted lips. I am still taken aback with his sudden kiss and my grip on the fabric of my clothes tight