#Chapter 36: The Kiss

Nan’s POV …He pulls me into a fiery kiss… I am consumed by flames. Or at least it feels that way. I surge into the kiss. Reckless and wanting. My anger has not disappeared. This kiss does not magically make me forget my anger. Instead, my anger has changed. Anger becomes passion. Transformed into something that does not burn us both. Yet leaves it’s mark regardless. I grip his shoulders. One hand finds its way to his curls. I run my hands greedily through them, marveling at the texture. I’m satisfied to know they are as soft as I pictured in the quiet of the night. It is not the only thing I have thought of in my time here. I do not want this moment to end. I am only distantly aware of the way I am gasping for air between miniscule pauses. My lungs are deprived of oxygen. But my heart receiving it’s long-awaited due makes that easy to disregard. His tongue traces my lips. Demanding, pleading for entrance. I grant his unspoken wish. Even in this intimacy we f