Debbie.
My eyes widened, River.
He had just kissed me. And no, he wasn't done.
His lips were still there on my lips, moving softly.
Pull away, Debbie, my brain whispered. This was wrong. Besides, I haven't even recovered from what happened earlier with Rex and now, River.
I had this strong will to pull away. Push River off.
But how could I? How could I pull away from these soft lips that were working, tugging my lower lip so tenderly in a way it had never been kissed?
Not like I planned it but my tension was dying. And before I knew what I wanted, my lips slowly parted, giving way to him.
His tongue slid into my mouth.
I could feel the familiar yet deprived warmth that I had not felt in months building in my core.
Then, he pulled away. But not away. His face was just inches close
