Isla Prescott subconsciously held her breath, but their senses were intertwined. His clean scent and the faint hint of tea passed into her body through their kiss, like an early spring breeze slipping into a frozen river valley, stirring a warm commotion in her veins.
The moment their tongues brushed, a tremor ran through her, as if she could taste the very shape of his soul.
Shane Sterling couldn't help but hold her tighter.
Isla Prescott felt his heartbeat, like a flock of startled birds fluttering wildly in his chest. It was the beautiful, clumsy panic of first love finally realized.
The deeper they kissed, the more his inexperience showed.
Isla Prescott was clasped in his arms, kissed until she was breathless.
"Mmph..." she protested.
But Shane Sterling was completely unwilling to stop the kiss. He only wanted to kiss her deeper, and for longer.
Fortunately, Isla Prescott's phone rang.
When the ringtone sounded, Isla Prescott pushed him away.
