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“Sure you did,” I respond with a little laugh.

“Not really,” she replies, leaning in.

I’m expecting a sisterly kiss on the cheek until her lips meet mine.

6

SOPHIA

Fireworks is the wrong word to describe that first kiss. It’s so—non-descriptive.

Time seems to slow down as our lips meet, softly at first, like a butterfly alighting on a flower. I can feel the warmth of his breath and taste a hint of alcohol lingering on his lips.

I allow my fingers to find their way to the nape of his neck, playing with soft strands of his hair that hang down.

He gently places one hand on my waist, pulling me closer as the crash of the waves reverberates in the background.

His lips are surprisingly pliable, soft, responsive, not at all what I expected given his otherwise firm body.

It takes a moment for my mind to catch up with what my body is doing.

This—this kiss is purely spontaneous and unplanned.

It’s like I’m operating on remote control.

I like it.

This is freedom like I’ve never experienced.

It’s like as soon as I processed his words, I realized I needed to take it easy, and everything would work out. A flood of emotions engulfed my brain.

I don’t want it to stop.

“Come on,” he says softly, taking my hand once again, leading me toward a long pier that leads out into the ocean.

Ducking beneath the structure, he opens a large chest concealed beneath and withdraws a folded tartan blanket.

At first, I think he’s going to wrap it around me in an attempt to keep me warm, despite the fact that the breeze blowing in from offshore is quite warm.

Instead, he spreads it out beside the pier and motions for me to sit down upon it.

So considerate.

As he lowers himself down beside me, he searches my face. For permission perhaps?

I answer with a soft smile, and my lips again search out his.

The desire that was sweeping through me now was something I had never experienced before. Still, I force myself to slow down and let it happen naturally.

Capturing me in his embrace once again, he pulls me tighter, one hand snaking around the back of my neck to untie my dress.

Releasing his grip slightly, the bodice falls away from my breasts, their milky whiteness contrasting with my darkly tanned skin.

I’ve always been a little self-conscious about the size of my breasts. I’m not what you would call well-endowed, but at this point, I don’t care.

Ethan doesn’t seem to mind either, as his lips find my delicate nipples, rapidly coming to attention in the warm night air.

I moan softly as he begins to thrash at one hardened nub with his tongue.

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