Margaret's POV
Jacob's breathing seemed to become more and more intense, and although my rational mind told me to stop, my body moved of it's own free will and in an almost dreamlike state I moved closer to him.
There's no reason that I shouldn't indulge this time, and it's not like this kiss represents anything. It's just a kiss that happened under this romantic, almost nostalgic, atmosphere. If it were someone else, this kiss would happen too.
I convinced myself like this.
When our lips touched and our bodies were bound by his strong embrace, my rational mind was completely destroyed. The touch of his lips was like melting honey, and I gradually lost myself in this strawberry-flavored kiss.
His kiss gradually became more aggressive than in the beginning, and his tongue invaded my mouth. The soft touch reminded me of jelly. We explored every corner of each other's mouths.