minutes, Roman moaning into my mouth as he cups the side of my neck, controlling the speed, depth, and passion of our kiss. I prop my feet on the bumper, needing to anchor myself before I melt. This action opens me up to Roman, who nestles between my legs and draws me forward so I slide down the metal. I hook my legs around him, relishing in the connection. I taste him blended with raindrops—it’s a flavor I will never forget.
This is what I envisioned our first kiss to be like. I see the proverbial stars and feel the earth move beneath me with each touch, caress, and the unbelievable synchronicity of our bodies. For each push, I pull, needing him just as much as he needs me.
As I toy with the wet strands of hair curling at the nape of his neck, he moans into my mouth before pulling away slowly. I instantly pout, missing our connection far more than I care to admit. He gently draws my bottom lip into his mouth one last time. My eyes roll into the back of my head.
Roman’s lips are red and plump, a badge showcasing to the world what we just did, and just how this all started, he runs his pointer along my bottom lip. But this time, a feral look of possession surrounds us both. Raindrops stick to his long lashes as his eyes search every corner of my face.
“Was that your first kiss?”
I know what he means. He’s asking if that was my first kiss since I got sick.
I nod, although any kiss before this one is long forgotten.
He closes the distance between us and kisses me again. His lips set me on fire, and as he circles the seam of my mouth with his tongue, I’m certain I’ve combusted.
The rain pays no heed to us because kissing in a storm is reflective of how I feel. I claw at Roman’s wet shirt, tug at the slippery strands of his hair, but most of all, I press my heart against his, obsessed with the beating because that epicenter makes Roman, Roman, and it’s what I love most about him.
I’ve finally uncovered the sheath around his heart, and now that I’ve seen it, I never want to let go.
After our frenzied, rain-soaked kisses last night, Roman called AAA and we waited, both silent, digesting what just occurred. I fell asleep during my deep meditation, because when I woke, I was in a strange bed, but I wasn’t alone. Roman was snoring softly beside me. Looking around, I saw he had checked us in at a hotel. He clearly was too exhausted to drive home.
I don’t know if this changes anything for him, but it sure as hell changes everything for me.
I woke this morning with rumpled clothes and snarled hair, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Last night really happened. It was Roman’s thirtieth birthday, and we went to the baseball game and had an incredibly good time. Roman dropped a huge bombshell he had a twin sister, and she’s dead. I had a mini freak-out, but Roman put my mind at ease by…kissing me.
My fingers involuntarily rise, brushing over my lips. I can still feel and taste him. I’ll never forget just how good he felt.
I can’t help but wonder what happens now. I want to explore more, everything he and life has to offer. I suddenly am so eager to see the trials through because if I survive, is Roman my prize? I can’t help but grin from ear to ear. That smile only grows as Roman interlaces our fingers.
As we’re driving back to Strawberry Fields, I look over my schedule and see that I have a full day of activities ahead. We pull into the parking lot, Roman parking the car and turning off the engine. However, he doesn’t jump out right away. He sits, gazing out the windshield.
It appears we’re both in a meditative state.
He turns and smiles, stroking the backs of his fingertips down my cheek. My skin breaks out into tiny goose bumps, my body responding to his touch without pause. Pretending will be difficult, because I’m not naïve. I know we can’t exactly walk around in public, hand in hand.
The car suddenly fills with the same crackling tension that bounced between us last night. I hold my breath and count to three. I continue counting when Roman runs his finger over my chin and down the slope of my neck. He