My fingers find their way to her face, shocked we fit so perfectly as our mouths mold flawlessly together. She tastes as she smells. Tropical, sweet, addictive, a kiss so soft and perfect that I want to pour more of myself into it. I try to get lost in the moment, the eruption of fire in my stomach. My body warms at the contact achingly, like finding something it has been yearning for and longing to devour whole. But the kick of guilt and horror that overtakes me at doing this, as sense and ...