This kiss wasn’t timid. It wasn’t hesitant, like two beings scared to learn one another for the first time, afraid to lose themselves or push too far. This kiss was my annihilation. The tearing down of everything I’d known before. The second I held her in my arms, the second I tasted her, the damage was done. My anger, betrayal, desire, dread, and passion collided and fractured as my fingers wound in her hair, a groan of relief vibrating between our bodies.
