“May I kiss you?” Her tone was still gentle, almost like she was afraid she would scare me off. And maybe she would. I had no idea how this would all work out, but I did know that my gut was nudging me toward only one choice. My throat was so thick I was afraid I would fuck up trying to answer her with words, so I gave a sharp nod, the only signal she needed. Moving slowly, she held my gaze as she leaned forward and brushed her lips against mine, once, twice, three times. These barely perceptible butterfly kisses shook me to my core.
