I hadn't meant to do it.
That's what I would tell myself later—what I would insist, what I would swear on my life.
But right now? Right now, with my lips mashed tenderly against hers like she was sugar and I was water. Like if I greedily took too much, she might melt.
Hence, I handled those lips with utmost care. I was incapable of thinking about anything except how sweet she tasted.
Dios mío.
It was soft. Too soft. Softer than I ever imagined a kiss could be. Not that I had imagined it. Of course, I hadn't. That would be absurd. Completely ridiculous.
And yet…
The moment my lips touched hers, something inside me exploded. María José, the girl I had convinced myself was nothing more than a fragile little sister, had lips as soft as summer rain, and I…
… I was enchanted.
An overwhelming warmth trickled down my spine, stealing the breath from my lungs. Her scent—violets and honey—was intoxicating, enveloping me in a way that made my thoughts sluggish.
I should stop.
