He never would have dared kiss the royal princess Jasmine. But it turned out he didn’t need to. The royal princess Jasmine leaned over and kissed him. Her skin was warm and smelled of sand and mint. Aladdin melted into the kiss like his whole body had been waiting for it and he didn’t even know it himself. She put her hands around his neck and drew him in closer. One of her hands worked up into his hair, the other onto his shoulder, with a need he hadn’t realized she felt.
