The scent of night jasmine clung to the air, thick and sweet, wrapping around us like a silent witness.
We were still in the garden, the stars glinting above like curious eyes. His lips were warm on mine, commanding but unhurried, like he wanted me to feel every second of it.
My first kiss.
I had never imagined it would taste like this. Ripe, a little dangerous, and entirely him.
His hand brushed against the side of my face, tilting me gently so he could deepen the kiss. I should have pulled away. I should have stopped it before it started. But instead, I tilted my head, giving him more access, and let his mouth show me things my fingers never could.
A sound escaped me, low and surprised, when his tongue teased the seam of my lips. My body betrayed me, leaning closer, aching to kno
