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The need to kiss him becomes unbearable.

A soft smile plays on his lips, and I can’t help but mirror his joy. As his thumb gently brushes against my cheek, a jolt of electricity courses through my veins, setting my skin ablaze.

The air crackles with an indescribable anticipation, building an invisible bridge between our souls. Time seems to stretch, granting us a suspended moment of pure connection. And then, with a silent understanding, our faces draw closer.

His breath mingles with mine as we inch toward that blissful union.

The world holds its breath.

Our lips touch, soft and tender, and a cascade of emotions floods my senses.

It’s a kiss that speaks of longing and desire, yet it brims with a tenderness that only we can convey for each. It describes the fear of not being together and the pain that I feel just kissing him.

He hasn’t broken up with her yet. I need to talk about that with him.

But not right now.

In that simple touch, our spirits intertwine.

The taste of his lips is like a nectar, delicate and intoxicating. It sends ripples of pleasure through every fiber of my being, awakening a fire that burns. One I know all too well. It’s the same passion I felt when we had sex together for the first time. His hands were on my skin, his lips on my neck, and the connection I felt afterward.

This kiss is replicating that same feeling.

Our mouths move as one, a dance of affection and vulnerability.

In this embrace, time loses its grip, and the world melts away. I savor the sensation, losing myself in the confines of our connection.

If only we could stay here and not talk about anything.

His arms encircle me, pulling me closer, and I melt into him, a perfect fit, two souls entwined in an embrace that transcends the boundaries of who we are at our core.

As the kiss lingers, I feel warmth spread from my lips to my heart.

It’s a sensation that anchors me, grounding me in a moment of pure bliss.

This connection we have is palpable, tangible as if the universe itself is witness to the depth of it. Yet it took me so long to realize it.

Then we both hear the sound of a hotel key card opening the door. My eyes pop open and they meet with his wide eyes. I pull away from him quickly, hopping into the closet just in time as someone opens the door.

It has to be Marrisa. She’s the only one who could possibly have a key card.

I try to control my breathing.

“Hey, baby, I forgot my phone and I wanted to check on you.” Marrisa’s voice rings through my ears.

Her saying baby makes me nauseous.

We almost got caught. Thank God it was only a kiss because there would be no way for Xavier to cover up clothes carelessly thrown in different directions all over the floor.

I think about our kiss and how it left me completely bare to Xavier. That kiss transcended sex, and if she didn’t come in, I would have bared it all.

Literally.

The thought alone and this whole situation gives me a massive reality check. I gave Xavier an expiration date and here I am, not staying true to my word.

He didn’t either.

“Oh, you didn’t have to check on me. I’m fine,” Xavier assures her.

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