Aligned

August felt his lips ignite hers tenderly at first, filling her with that fuzzy fluttering feeling that was gradually making itself at home in her mind. Instead of pulling back this time, Graeme seemed to let himself become untethered as he pressed himself deeper, exploring the silky heat of her mouth where something bright and sweet bloomed between them, stealing her breath.

As before, her whole being seemed to recognize him. As if every cell shifted to attention with his body near hers, and their movements became easy and fluid—naturally finding one another.

She had kissed other guys, sure, but could that even be considered kissing? When the mind works overtime to gauge how to move and what to do? Unlike now, with Graeme's mouth on hers that spread a warmth through every part of her in such a way that her body seemed to move of its own accord—seeking him, moving deeper, wanting more—to become more entangled with him whom it seemed to recognize as its own.