Every logical thought in Makayla's head was telling her to run. But the moment he began to lean in towards her that voice had quieted to a dull roar, and the moment his lips softly brushed against hers, it had gone completely silent. He pulled back slightly, to stare into her eyes with a question, as if she would pull away at any moment. And even though it's what she should have done, she didn't want to. There were times for consequences, but she just wanted this one moment, this memory, to cherish in the lonely days ahead when she once again retreated behind the quiet safety of her books.
Hesitantly she pressed her lips to his as he leaned in again, the buds of flesh pliant and supple against him. Slowly her hand slid up to cup his cheek, her thumb lightly rubbing along the scruff on his cheeks, her fingertips brushing against his dark hair.
She had never been kissed, not really, and so she followed his lead, pausing briefly before her lips parted to give him entrance to her mouth, hesitantly touching her tongue to his to follow his lead, her heartbeat quickening as she leaned in deeper towards him.