I let him kiss me, marveling at the emotions zipping through my body. Hesitation, at first, then fear—that somehow, I would get this all wrong. I’d never been kissed like this before—at least, not outside my imagination.
But that warm touch—his hand in my hair, the other sliding under my coat—it melted the fear away. My lips began working back against his. My hands cautiously roamed his body. I pressed against him, just a little, in excitement.
Claire has never been kissed. She hides her curvy figure behind a lab coat and is resigned to the fact that she’ll never meet a man.
