I held his biceps, as he ate the breath from my mouth and ran his palms over my exposed skin. He pulled me closer still, kissing me with such passionate fervor that my knees weakened. I’d never been kissed by a man. Boys, yes. But never a man. Not even Ghostboy, who was technically an adult, held a candle to Professor Bramwell’s skill and mastery. The way he teased with his tongue, and held me as if I were fragile porcelain. It was right then that I realized, I’d never truly been kissed before, at all.
