Charlotte’s POV
I had assumed that the kiss would be on the cheek, a subtle turn of the head to make it appear real but not actually going through with it.
I turned my head, expecting exactly that.
So did Kieran, except he turned his toward me instead of away, and before I could process what was happening, his lips were on mine.
It wasn’t a perfunctory peck on the lips, either. It was slow, and warm, and tender, and his mouth tasted like spearmint and him, and for a moment, everything else fell away.
I melted into him without meaning to. The crowd’s applause faded into the distance, leaving just us, just this kiss, just our arms tangled around one another. His hand moved to the back of my neck, tilting my head to deepen the angle. My right arm wrapped around his shoulde
