Mei's eyes widened. Wait, what was that! She wasn't done talking yet! How annoying, don't interrupt her. But Otis's kiss was dominant and overbearing, claiming her soft lips completely, not giving her a chance to speak or even breathe. At first Mei froze, then slowly relaxed, melting into his kiss, her whole body going limp as she lay stretched across him, her hands clenched into fists pressing against Otis's chest.
Kissing really was addictive. Mei thought that as her mind gradually grew hazy. How long would they kiss this time, until when? Her breathing became heavier, it was suffocating… but she still didn't want it to end. She didn't want it to end like this, don't end yet. Mei's right hand slowly moved up Otis's shoulder, feeling the smooth, firm fabric of his suit. She couldn't stop herself from gripping his shoulder, as if releasing all the emotions piling up inside her.
