They’ve tasted of peppermint Tic Tacs or cherry bubble gum or even cigars, like Greg. But nothing’s tasted like this. Or felt like this. J.D.’s lips are soft and warm. The taste is indescribable, like chocolate, only better. Heat floods my cheeks and drifts down my neck. It slowly spreads across my shoulders and down into my chest. For the first time since the accident I feel completely grounded. I feel safe. I’m plummeting into some kind of altered state, but not because of a terrifying hallucination. Although I’m not looking into his eyes, I can picture the myriad of colors, shades of blue, green and gold. J.D. has beautiful eyes. I slip my hands around his waist and interlace my fingers. I belong right here in his arms. I know this, deep in my heart. A faint moan rumbles against his throat. I part my lips slightly, wanting more of something. More of him. Suddenly he breaks the kiss and steps back, holding me at arm’s length. “This can’t…no.” He’s out of breath as if he just ran uphill.
