Heartbeats in Sync

Hazel's Pov:

His strong arm pulled me in more against him and just the contact was building something deep in me, butterflies churned in the pit of my stomach at the way his lips felt against mine. Warm, intoxicating and sweet mixed with his cologne. He smelt of wood mixed with the strong perfume he wore and that scent of his drew me in the most. Usually, I pull away— I shy away whenever he kisses