Chapter 23 Not just the average

• His lips are warm. I can smell the minty scent of cigarette, an after shave smell and his signature scent of all time. Something in me woke up, like the whole empty backyard suddenly became a sauna.
• I moved my lips in a primitive way. His lips moved too but so unlike the kissed he gave me last time. This time, it was like as if he's letting me dominate the situation. Like he's really true to what he just said, that he's just wanting me to show him what's a good kisser and what's not.
• That made me stop.