Chapitre 36: Chapter 36: The Bathhouse

Arisara

The breath between our lips was vivacious, as if even the molecules were bouncing around in love. As my mate exhaled, I inhaled his air, fueling my passion further, but I wasn’t sure, this being our first kiss, how far to take it. I leaned in a third time, touched our lips, slipped my tongue into his parted mouth, just so I could get a sample of what this man, who I’d known all my life, tasted like. Luckily, his flavor was the complete opposite of his scent—the rafflesia, which strangely I didn’t smell once we arrived at the camp, but that could’ve been because my nostrils were nauseated by all the dead bodies.

My mate tasted like a papaya—sometimes sweet, sometimes subtle, it all depended on which part of him I touched. His saccharine lips and his tangy tongue, were all blended into the perfect fruit smoothie when inside my mouth. The only problem, it didn’t last long enough.