“I’ve missed those lips of yours,” were the first words I heard him utter. What lips of mine? I’ve never kissed a man or anyone, so what is he speaking of? Why would he miss my lips when he has never had a taste of it? Why?

Just when I'm trying to think through this situation, I feel his thumb on my lips, and he moves even closer. About fixing his lips on mine. I flinch in shock. With force, I push him off me. My hand moves backward and then forward, leaving a hard smack on his cheek. Just what he deserves. I stand up from the bed.

How...