My heart is racing, and my legs almost give in on me as I stumble to try and walk after him and fail. My head is fuzzy with the chaos of noise, blood rushing through my ears, and my entire body sizzling with crazy energy. I am starting to tremble, and everything turns cold and weak.
I can still feel him on my mouth. The perfect fit of his soft full lips, his teasing way of kissing softly at first and then opening you up for something more passionate so you can taste him. It makes my stomach clench and flip over, and I have to squat down to stop myself from passing out.
I can’t get my head around what just happened. Now that it’s done and he has left me, it hits me like a ton of bricks in the chest. Touching my lips with trembling fingers to handle the sensation still tingling through them. I wish I could wipe it off, but it’s penetrating deep into my skin and becoming an unerasable mark.
Why did he have to be the one to take my first kiss?