As soon as they connected, skin against skin, Julia lost all ability to think and simply drowned
in feeling. She had never felt more embodied than at the moment, never felt as if she existed
less in her head. His mouth barely moved over hers. It was warm, and his lips were wet and
surprisingly soft. She didn't know if he was kissing her like that because he was drunk or for
some other reason, but it was as if their lips were frozen together. As if their connection, so
intense and real, could not be broken even for a second. Julia dared not move her mouth for
fear he would release her and she would never be kissed by him again.