Page 8 of Introvert
A sigh escaped my lips, and his fingers tightened in response.
The kiss deepened, and I felt completely consumed.
And warm.
And…safe and out of control at the same time.
Was kissing always like this?
It was my first kiss, so I didn't know.Maybe I could ask him later. Ihadn't forgottenthis was just pretend. But that didn't change howreal it felt or how much I was feeling.
Kissing a stranger.
One who seemed to know my body better than I did. He played it so masterfully.
I wasn't sure how long the kisslasted. Time seemed to slow down while his lips were on mine. Butwhen we finally came up for air, my brain wasmushy around the edges. As I stared up at him and heback at me, I didn't know what to say.
Looking away, I took note of the people-free bushes.
"I think they left," I murmured.
"Who?" he said.
"The reporters."
"Ah."
I looked back at him in surprise. Did he forget they were there? It kind of sounded like he had.The thought that I might not be the only one experiencing a kiss-induced haze made my heart flutter.A beat of silence passed then...
"You okay?" he asked, his voice deeper than before.
A flush suffused my cheeks as I nodded.
"That was some kiss."
"Guess I'm a fast learner," I joked, but he didn't laugh.
His mahoganybrown eyes flashed. "Was that your first kiss?"
"Was it that obvious?"
"No. But I'm honored."
The words held no sarcasm, and for that, I was grateful.Maybe that was why I responded the way I did.
"I'm…thank you," I said.
He lifted a brow at that. "You were the one helping me. So,thank you."
"You'reright. You're welcome."
He laughed quietly, and I tilted my head, enjoying the sound.
"Something funny?" I asked.
"No. Just wonderingwhen you're going to let me go."
"Hmmm?"
