When she leaned in and kissed me, I barely felt it. Shock made my lips grow numb. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t have—”
“Do it again.” I pulled her in before she could respond and kissed her. Soft at first because I was a little bit afraid. I had never kissed a woman. Harder, then, because I was getting used to the soft, warm feel of her lips under mine.
“I’ve never forgotten that kiss,” she said.
I kissed her harder. My hands pushed into her hair that always reminded me of cornsilk. Pale and shiny and soft.
“You probably don’t remember…” Her hands settled at my hips, and her thumb stroked over the bony nubs of my hipbones. I hadn’t been eating. Too much stress, no time, and sadness kills an appetite.
“Vodka and Dr. Pepper gloss kisses,” I said and for the first time in my life, I cupped another woman’s breasts in my hands and rolled my thumbs over her nipples. I used a harsh touch the way I like it. Kerry went soft against me.