A Slow Burn
The slow burn that Zhao Min felt in his stomach as he slowly tasted her made him realize how much he had missed her. He wanted to deepen the kiss and yet he wanted to pull back. Like an intoxicating wine, his senses were drugged and he pulled her even closer to him as he bent back her head over his arm and deepened the kiss. The kiss that had started out slowly, graded up the peak swiftly as their feelings intensified.
Rou Rou felt as if she was caught in a storm of giddiness as she felt his insistent lips against her trembling ones. She had imagined this a thousand times and yet the reality made her shiver. All the toe curling and mind numbing things that she had dreamed were thrown out as she felt the ground shake under her. Her heart felt ready to jump out of her chest like a frog.