My lips burn. My body too. It's supposed to be an act. A way for Desmond and me to seal the deal and prove to those watching us that we are in love, but alas, my body doesn't understand the mission. The moment Desmond's lips crash with mine, I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening our kiss.
It should only last for seconds, a perk to the lips if I do say so myself, but when Desmond tilts his head, his lips moving against mine like he wants to kiss me just as much as I do, I can't pull away from him. The clapping and cheering of the crowd becomes but a distant noise, Desmond and I ascending into this tiny space where no one but us exists, going at it as if we have been lovers for so long.
He gently tugs my lips between his teeth, every move of his purposeful as he pulls me into him. A warm breath escapes from his lips and filters across my skin, smelling like mint, a scent I never knew I would associate with hotness until now. For a moment, I forget this is all an act.
