No. 9

On Mine.

-Reece's Point Of View-

I had to kiss her. My whole body needed to do it. She was so close. I could smell her. She smelt so good. Everything in my body said do it. Kiss her. I wanted to know what her inviting lips would feel like against mine.

All that was in my head was screaming. High pitched screaming. Like a siren telling me this is what I needed to do. 

I took a deep breath and did it.

Her lips where on mine. I did not want to stop. It was like the sun rising and setting at the same time. Like something slowly warming up and then cooling incredibly fast. Like a plaster being ripped off and a wound healing. 

She tasted so good. Her lips where so soft. She made butterflies fly and my heart beat at a hundred miles per hour. She was the best kiss I had ever had . Ever. 

I can not explain the emotion. No words would ever be able to explain this. 

We stopped kissing. That took a while. She tried to hide a smile. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen. She blushed.

"Well..." I said laughing.

"Well..." she smirked back.

We both chuckled like two awkward kids. We looked over at each other. Made awkward eye contact then quickly looked away.