Twenty Five

It felt like ages since I had last kissed him even though technically, it had only been two days. The thrill and slight nervousness that I felt during our first kiss was still there. I somehow knew as we kissed that it wouldn't be the last time. I loved him way too much to let him go. And judging by the way he forcefully kissed me back, he felt the same way.

I barely registered the fact that the car had stopped or that the driver climbed out. All I could think of was him. Jason. I somehow found myself straddling his lap, my lips still connected to his. I barely cared about the fact that I was wearing a dress or that we were extremely exposed. The kiss was intimate but nowhere close to the burning heat that would entice us to remove our clothes. It was an intimate form of desperation, of pure need and adoration.

He pulled away first. I s