A Lonely Dream: {An Austin Mahone Love Story}

Rona's POV:

Austin cupped my cheek in his palm. His palm felt warm, and I liked the sensation.

"Hey, Rona," he leaned in, pressed his lips against mine, and forced his tongue through my lips. I got into the kiss, allowing him to move his tongue about my mouth, not sure if I liked the way it felt or not. He reached to unbutton my shirt, but I swatted his hand away. French kissing is one thing, undressing is another.

Suddenly, he pulled away from the kiss. He had a look of shock on his face that puzzled me. What? I wondered. Am I a bad kisser?

"That was, um..." Austin paused a moment, causing me to panic slightly. "Nice."

I couldn't help but smile.