Expect the Unexpected

Sneak Peek: He leans in, and kisses me deeply. His long, beautiful eyelashes tickle my cheek, just as I'd predicted when I first met him. His soft, full, lips envelop mine, but I don't push him away because he needs this. I need this. I want this. I bury my hands in his hair, and he starts to do the same, but then he hesitates. He's probably wondering if it's ok to touch a black girls' hair. I smile against his lips, and grab his hands and bury them in my braids. He smiles back, and runs his fingers through my braids. I'm starting to think that he's having more fun with my braids than with my lips but then he runs his tongue across my teeth. I open my mouth and he deepens the kiss. Our tongues dance and he nips at my lower lip. Kissing him is wonderful; he's probably the best kisser that I've ever encountered. So much for the stereotype about White people being bad kissers.