LILY

The moment his lips met mine, the voices

seemed to evaporate into nothing. Every ache I had felt dissolved, every screaming voice of anxiety went dead silent. It was only him and me, our lips pressed together, moving and expressing every unspoken emotion we could.

I wound my arms around his neck. His hand slid down to my waist, pressing me closer until I flushed right against him. The thin fabric we wore did nothing to lessen the friction of our skin.

I knew I should pull away, but a kiss had never felt this good. Being held had never felt as warm as I felt now.

Lines blurred,...