Ana's First Kiss with Miguel
He dipped to his knees and crossed the space between us. A curl falling across his forehead, his blue eyes sparkling, made him look even younger and more mischievous. I hung back, lips pursed, waiting for him to come to me. A smile played at the edges of his mouth as he leaned in to kiss me. His tongue searched out mine, his breath hot and sweet with the brown sugar flavor of dark rum. Miguel stroked my cheek as our lips parted. I steadied my breathing, guarding my reaction to him.