Chapter 24. First Kiss

If you ask any girl about the taste of her first kiss, she would say it tasted like mint, sweet and refreshing. Or like peppers, slightly spicy and sweet. Or like the thing he ate the last. Or almost like water, just warm and wet. Or like boiled potatoes, slightly salty but mostly bland. Or like our wedding cake, because we had our first kiss at our wedding. However, in my case, it tasted like— Ah! Before this, let’s read how I got my first kiss.

The moment he pulled me up toward him and our bodies touched, I shut my eyes, and the next thing I felt was his incredibly warm and soft lips on mine.

Yeah! He kissed me on the lips. My stomach flipped repeatedly, and my head began to spin. He smelled like a combination of wine, expensive perfume, and something that could only be described as Noah Greyson himself.

Should I nudge him? Or should I pull him closer? Should I kiss him back? Or should I stay still?