Chapter 25

I should have said all this or at least looked at him but there was an inner struggle. My angels were taming my demons but I didn't want my demons to be tamed. I wanted to embrace them. I wanted them lose.

"Nothing." I said finally looking at him. I took in a deep breath when I did, fighting the urge I felt. Fighting with every blood that flowed in me and every fiber of my being. But my core cried.

He shifted closer now. So his face wasn't the only thing close to me but his body. With his right arms he Enclosed me to him and kissed me gently and this time I kissed back.

Letting go of the fear that held me back. The fear of being caught by people because we were in an open place. The fear of being traced. The fear of being seen as a bad kisser. I let go of all my fears and kissed him with as much passion as I felt and nothing felt better. Nothing in the world did before this.

It was a blinding kiss my hand hard on the pavement supporting my body as I kissed him deeply. We each took from the other as much as we could, as much as our breathing allowed. Holding tight as hard as we needed. And when we finally let go we were both panting.

And even though my shyness returned I'll never forget that kiss not because it was the first time I had been kissed but because I've never given out so much in a few minutes. I have never given out so much passion and I loved it, I have always craved it and now I had it, I loved it.

So maybe they were right, and everything we've ever wanted is on the other side of fear.

He looked at me with a smile on his face and I managed to smile even though I was scared, scared he would say I was a bad kisser.

I knew I wasn't. There were a lot I knew I was good at but with him I suddenly feel insecure. Like I should try harder to be better. That I wasn't good enough. And although he assured me every time that I was, I still felt like he was too good for me.

"I love the way you kiss, with so much passion." He smiled looking at me the way he did when I said something that made him proud, which was usually when I was arrogant or self absorbed. I guess he loved it when I believed in myself.

"I'm a passionate person." I replied. And I could not be more relieved. I guess I was indeed a good kisser.

I wanted to say more to appear to have been sure and proud like he liked me to be, but I was still carried away by the kiss.

I felt so alive.