My First Kiss. Read More in the Description💋

It started with a look—one of those glances that lingers a second too long and says everything without a single word. I was dressed up in my favorite outfit, the one that makes me feel powerful… plaid skirt swinging, pink curls falling over my shoulders, and that extra edge that says I’m not here to play innocent.

He leaned against the wall like he owned the room, cool and calm while the world spun around us. When our eyes met, it felt like a slow burn—steady, intense, and impossible to ignore. He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to. I could already feel him pulling me in.

We ended up alone, tucked into a shadowy hallway where the lights buzzed low and the music was just a pulse in the background. The air between us practically hummed. He stepped closer. I tilted my head up. My lips parted.

The kiss wasn’t rushed. It was slow, deliberate—like he was trying to read my mind with every movement. His hand settled on my waist, fingertips grazing just enough to make my skin light up. My heart was pounding, my breath caught between nerves and craving. I melted into him, the kiss deepening, his lips soft but sure.

When we finally pulled apart, I was dizzy. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to let go. I just stood there, lips still tingling, mind spinning, knowing I’d never forget that moment—because it wasn’t just a kiss. It was the start of something I never saw coming.