198 Until Our Hair Turns White

I couldn't help it. He looked too seductive at that moment, too delicious. His lips were cool from the weather, and I warmed them with mine, mingling our breath and tasting him on the tip of my tongue. I hadn't kissed him properly for weeks … Not more than a mere peck, and not while the bitter flavor of medicine wasn't still lingering. I missed this, missed it madly.

He must have felt the same way, as a satisfied sigh escaped his throat the moment I delved into the warmth of his mouth. Only a brief moment of surprise, and he was quick to slide his hands over my cheeks, cupping my face to pull me closer. The icy touch made me squeal into his mouth, and I instinctively wanted to shrink back, but he didn't let go of me. Keeping our lips sealed, he leaned forward as I stumbled backward, until I lost my balance—

And fell.