Feeling it wasn't enough, Jasmine Yale bent down, found his lips, and a kiss landed.
His familiar scent reached her nose, her cold lips touched his hot, thin lips, entwined and lingering.
Jasmine Yale's heart raced, only feeling… a bit like first love.
When you're young and like someone, you'll always secretly think about wanting to kiss him.
She was no exception with Sylvan Cheney.
This stolen kiss made her heart excited and restless, her face flushed like a girl in a first love, heart pounding, as if it were about to leap out of her throat.
When they were in Landon, they did all sorts of shameless things, but she never felt this kind of heart-pounding sensation, now it was very strong.
What kind of feeling? A reunion after a long time or a heart-pounding attraction? Or perhaps a secret crush?
She only knew, at this moment her heart felt like it was smeared with honey, sweet as can be.
Sleeping Sylvan Cheney was very obedient, still, like a lion quietly slumbering.
