Considering it’s a first kiss—not counting the one in the kitchen earlier—I expect it to be a fumbleof teeth and tongues as we learn the rhythm of each other, but this feels natural. It feels like whatkissing is supposed to be. A give and take of sucking and probing and licking. A symphony of breathsand pants and small moans that could be coming from me, but also might be coming from Viktor.
I dig my fingers into the deep muscle of his back, holding onto his shoulder blades like handholds,
and Viktor presses me against the wall.
There is a vague thought in the back of my mind that I was in this position earlier in the day. WithGreg the grabby clerk. Except, then, I felt trapped and terrified and disgusting. Now, I feel like I’mliquid fire. Like my body is burning from
