“I don’t want to stop you.” Holding my shoulders, he lifted himself easily, ignoring my lax hold on his neck, and joined our mouths. It was the most tentative and nervous kiss I’d experienced since my first kiss with a guy when I was a teenager. Charlie didn’t do more than brush his lips against mine before pulling away. When he laid his head back down, I followed, releasing his throat and sliding one hand around to cradle the back of his neck. I kept the kiss simple. Light. Gentle pecks a few times before glancing my tongue along the seam of his mouth, asking permission for more. Charlie
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