Chapitre 45: CHAPTER 45

　　I don’t know what to do or how to react, so I let him kiss me, not moving, not breathing, not even sure how to respond, even though he seems to be somehow controlling my responses. I kiss him back tentatively at first, opening my mouth a little and almost passing out when his tongue touches mine. I am pushed on by some deep and primal urge of longing because I can no longer fight the fact I am utterly besotted with him. I let his tongue slide against mine, the weirdest yet nicest sensation, and I cannot get my head around the fact that this is Dane, and I know what his tongue feels like, what he tastes like. I thought kissing this way would be gross and soggy with a lot of salivae, but this is not like that. I want more of this.

　　My hands are still held up in the air, unsure where else to put them, yet my mouth finds rhythm in his for a few seconds before he suddenly tops. Bringing me back from brief euphoria and that I had lost my mind completely.