Not really sure what I was doing—only knowing that I was grateful and sad at the same time, and desperately wanting to feel something other than awful—I ghosted my mouth across his. His lips were soft and warm, a bulwark against the cold night, and I wanted to sink into him even as he pulled back. His retreat this time was unmistakable, and I instantly regretted the impulse.
I've been waiting for this kiss so much, and it happened just like that, i kinda expected more
