ODETTE'S POV:
When I felt his hot breath on my neck and then his soft lips on my neck, I was so unprepared and taken by surprise my body instinctively reacted, I wasn't given anytime to process. It bent to touch, craving it. I caved before I even had a chance.
I melted into his touch. The caress of his lips up my neck before I knew it we were lip locked his tongue exploring every part of my mouth. I wanted more. Needed more. I felt desperate and out of breath. My stomach jumped while my heart danced.
I was losing my mind in this kiss. It became too much. Way too much. I had to push him back before I lost complete control. I was pink from the heat of the moment, breathless from the kiss, and mindless from the intensity.
I wouldn't give in that easy, I wouldn't forgive him just because he touched me in a way that made my insides set themselves on fire. Because I ached for the familiarity of his touch.
No, I was stronger than that. Stronger than my urges.
