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Alejandra gasps as I pull her closer. When my lips touch hers, I feel the air crackle, and all my doubts and worries fade, along with every last bit of willpower left in my body. She steps closer, pressing me gently against the balcony railing, her body flush against mine. Heat curls through me—low, slow, and aching—blooming deep in my belly as her fingers slide up my waist, bunching the fabric of my sweater in her fists. The cool air hits my skin, but I barely feel it through the heat of her fingers. Her hands slip beneath my sweater and shirt, fingertips skimming my bare skin, and I swear I stop breathing
She kisses me slowly, savoring every second as much as I am. It’s tender and intense all at once, as if she’s been holding this in as long as I have, and it makes my knees weak. She couldn’t possibly be closer, but it feels like she’s still miles away. I need her closer. I want her so close that the line between us disappears, and we mold into one another. She kisses me harder, more urgently, like she can’t get enough.
Ican’t get enough.
The world outside this moment doesn’t matter. Not the fact that anyone could walk in on us, not the consequences of kissing my best friend. Right now, there is only her. Only this. Only the way her lips move against mine as if she wants me as badly as I want her. My belly tightens, and mybrain goes hazy, all the want I’ve been shoving down for years surging forward.
Every inch of my body is tuned into her. Desperate and needy. Kissing her feels so natural. I can’t help but kick myself for not having done this sooner, for having denied myself this for years, because now, kissing her is the only thing I want to do for the rest of my life. To make this one kiss the last first kiss we’ll ever have. It’s raw passion, and everything in my body feels amped up.
I tighten my grip on Alejandra’s waist, moving us until she’s pinned between my body and the wall. Alejandra moans into my mouth, and the sound shoots straight through me. I’ve dreamed about this, fantasized about it, and now I can’t believe I’m pulling it from her. My fingers find their way under her shirt, and her skin is just as warm and soft as I know it to be, but now it burns beneath my touch.
Alejandra exhales sharply against my lips, her body melting into mine as I flick my tongue against hers. She whimpers as my nails dig into her back, and heat flushes through my veins at the sound. I slide my leg between her thighs, pressing firmly against her core. Alejandra lets out a low moan as she grinds down into my thigh. She sucks my tongue slowly, before gently biting my bottom lip. When she pulls back, her eyes lock on to mine, dark, heavy-lidded, and burning with need. A swell of pride rises in me, and I beg my mind to freeze this moment, to hold on to this forever.
“Have you seen Alejandra?” Diana says near the door to the balcony.
I jump back right as she steps outside.
Panic flares in my chest. What if she saw us kissing? But it fades just as quickly when I remember she already thinksAlejandra and I are dating. To her, it’s not a big deal. It only feels earth-shattering tome.
“Oh, there you are.”
“Yes?” Alejandra says, a little breathless. Her hair is tousled, pupils blown out, her lips slightly red, and her chest rises and falls rapidly.
“I, uh, I wanted to let you know Lala is looking for you. I think she’s ready to go.”
“Ah, okay, yeah, thanks.”
Diana turns to leave with a smirk.
“I—I should go.” Alejandra’s fingers nervously twist the strap of her camera. “But let’s talk when we get home, yeah?”
“Yeah, of course, go find her. I’ll catch up with you guys in a bit,” I say, my voice steadier than I feel.
Alejandra nods and shyly leans in to plant a quick kiss on my lips.
After the intense make-out session we had, a peck shouldn’t send a spark spreading through me, but it does.
She smiles before turning back, and I’m left alone on the balcony with butterflies raging in my stomach as I replay our kiss.
Kissing her was better than I could have ever imagined, and it’s left me dazed and distracted with a deep,deepneed in my body. I run a hand through my hair, trying to find even a shred of composure staring out into the Puget Sound, one hand gripping the balcony railing like it’s the only thing holding me up. The other is still tingling with the memory of her touch.
I kissed Alejandra, and the world didn’t tilt on its axis; she didn’t throw me off her or freak out. She wanted it as much as I did. And now all I can think isWhat happens next?
Thirty minutes after our kiss, I find Lala helping Alejandra pack up her camera. We don’t say a word about what happened. Just exchange shy glances before the three of us head out in silence.
We pull up to Lala’s place and drop her off, Alejandra and I promising we’ll see her soon for bingo night with her friends.
Once we get home, Alejandra and I sort of orbit around each other, neither one sure of what to say or do. We order our usual Sunday Chinese and eat in silence—not an awkward one, just a tense one.
Every so often, I catch her eye across the room. She doesn’t hold my gaze long, but it’s enough to light a fuse.
Something shifted between us after the kiss on the balcony, and it’s alive and hot, making everything feel sharper. Every brush of air between us seems electric.
I want to say so much, but my thoughts jumble together, and I don’t know where to start, so I pace around her, an awkward, fumbling mess, hoping Alejandra will say something first.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ALEJANDRA
