Tasting Every Color of the Rainbow

A tiny gasp escaped Angela's lips a nanosecond before they met Gael's. She didn't even have the time to think when his mouth was already on hers. Before she knew it, her eyes had closed.

He was kissing her. And he didn't only kiss her once. Twice. Thrice. He's still there, and all she could do was freeze on the spot like an idiot.

Wasn't this what she wanted? Wasn't she craving for this? Her heart started to race as she was stunned by what was happening. Her stupid mouth ran its course without her brain when she dared him earlier and now it's being punished along with her heart. But who was she kidding? This wasn't a punishment now, was it?

The room was still and quiet—the only sound that she could hear was her own heartbeat ramming in her ear. And then he stopped. And she wished he hadn't.