Chapter 32
Vanya
His lips found mine again—hot, demanding, and way too skilled for my sanity. My eyes had already shut on their own, my mouth opening without conscious thought. Then I felt it—his tongue, sliding against mine, coaxing a response I didn’t know I was capable of giving.
I gripped his bicep, hard. I needed something—anything—to keep me from collapsing. My legs had given up entirely, jelly beneath me, and the only thing holding me upright was the fact that he wasn’t letting go.
He kissed me deeper. Harder. His mouth opened wide and swallowed mine like he was starving for it. Our faces moved in sync, heated and clumsy and messy—but it felt like lightning was shooting through my veins.
It was chaos.
My first kiss.
My first real touch from a boy—and it had to be him.
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