30 Rhys
30
Rhys
I slid my tongue along her lower lip before sinking it into her mouth and looking for more. More. As I kissed her, I forgot I was four hundred feet in the air, I forgot my fear of heights, and I forgot that this wasn’t supposed to happen. All I could think about was her, how good she smelled, how good she tasted, her body pressed against mine, how I needed more of her, much more, how I never wanted to let her go. Impossible things.
I groaned against her lips. Closed my eyes.
She came in for more. Slow. Soft.
And I let her. Vertigo: that kiss, something I’d never felt before. Vertigo: that was her. Looking at her and knowing that we no longer existed.
I don’t know how long we were there…
Lost in that moment…
So close to the moon…