place with weird sort of electric field.
Now I’m not thinking about me. Well, I am, but I’m
thinking about me touching Adley. Tasting her full, sweet lips.
Touching her. Touching her gently. Touching her until we’re
both scalded by the flames I know it would create. As if she
knows, Adley slowly runs her tongue along her lips, probably
to wet them, because she’s likely nervous and uncomfortable
now that she notices how I’m looking at her. Except that she
doesn’t look nervous. No. When I meet her eyes, slowly and
tentatively, my cheeks on fire, I see the sparks sizzling there
and I know it’s going to happen.
We both move at the same time. Not fumbling or
clumsy, but in perfect unison, like we had this planned the
entire time, a play that we’re just acting in. Except this is real.
Adley’s hand cups my cheek. Her fingertips are warm. Fire
hot. Smooth as satin. Her eyes darken and then she leans in.
Even before our mouths meet, I know this is going to
be different. That this will change my entire world. That it will
change me.
Chapter 11
Adley
Our lips meet. That meeting isn’t uncertain or hesitant. It’s
passionate and sweet. Honeyed fury. Steph’s lips are so soft.
Her mouth is warm and delicious. She tastes a little bit like
peppermint. I expect to lead. I expect that she doesn’t have
much experience with kissing women. I guess I assume, and
I’m wrong. Steph is slightly tentative at first, but then she
takes the lead. She nibbles my bottom lip playfully while her
hand feathers my waist. She pulls me into her and slides her
other hand around the base of my neck, tangling her fingers in