Chapter 13

Sarah's POV

He was kissing me, but not roughly or forcefully as I had expected him to do in such a situation, but in a sweet subtle way, as if the touch of our lips was a delicate dance, a graceful interplay of tenderness and passion.

I had read somewhere that the beauty of the kiss lay not in its force or aggression, but in its gentleness and subtlety.

At that moment, as our lips met, a symphony of emotions unfolded.

The kiss was imbued with a profound sense of connection and intimacy. It began with a soft brush, a caress that sent a shiver down my spine. The pressure of his mouth moving against mine was so caressive, so knowing, yet so persuasive, that l I simply didn't have any defense against it.

My mind didn't want this intimacy, but my body was reacting differently, and I was worried that he was also aware of how much my body was reacting to him.

I tried to stop myself but was unable as my body was not following my mind's command and was giving him the response he demanded. He m