Imagine your OTP kissing for the first time after holding it back for so long.
"Matty," she whispered under her breath, the warning tone of her voice almost lost in the three centimeters between them. She couldn’t do this, she shouldn’t do this — she had Nate, she had a life with Nate. Not Matty. But she and Matty? Christ, they were undeniable. There was nothing like Matty and Delly. They were meant to be, written in the stars.
Not that she’d ever admit it. No, she left all that believing in true love crap to Matty. She was straightforward, she was realistic. She didn’t have her head stuck up in the clouds. There was no way that she and Matty would work. They were too different, there was too much history between them. She needed a fresh start, and she could only pray that she wasn’t making a huge mistake by pushing him away.
But here, with thunder and lightning booming around them, her back pressed against the wall, with Matty’s lips so close to hers? It didn’t seem like it mattered. He pushed his lips against hers, fingers lacing between hers as he deepened the kiss.
He tasted just like she remembered — like vanilla and lust, like earth and familiarity, like warmth and love.
Just like she remembered.