Nicholas's lips were very close to hers, she could feel his warm breath, and Rachel knew she needed to stop him. She realized this was a boundary, one they shouldn't cross over.
However, the champagne she had taken too much of, gave her new-found boldness, and his eyes, dark and intense, drew her in like always.
The kiss that started as pretend, just for show, got deeper with real desire. Nicholas's mouth pressed against hers, gently at first, then stronger and more eagerly, until she held onto him tightly, her nails lightly scratching his shirt.
Her underwear was a thin shield, but barely. His hands moved along the lace, feeling her waist, and touching the silky straps on her shoulders. Rachel's light moans were muffled into his mouth, which was covered by his kiss.
Her mind tricked her, flashing back to years before the very first time.
She had been worried then, her hands shaking when Nicholas touched her, unsure if she was good enough, unsure if she was ready.
