The First Flutter

We were lost in the kiss—our tongues sliding against each other, tasting, teasing—when a distinct, fluttering movement happened inside my belly. It was small, but strong enough to make me gasp into his mouth.

Roman pulled back from the kiss, his lips just a breath from mine. Our foreheads rested together, our ragged breaths mingling. His eyes were wide, not with passion now, but with pure, dazed