“Was that seriously your first time?” His eyes were wide as his chest rose and fell. He kept his hands on my cheeks, holding the sides of my face. Worry crept into the back of my mind. “I told you I read up on it. It was okay, right?” He held my chin between his fingers and lifted my face toward him. “If you think that was just okay, next time you might blow my brain out the back of my skull.” His lips met mine in a soft, almost reverent way.
