Kiss the stall owner
From Create Your Own Story
Moving with quiet confidence, you step around the stall’s counter, closing the space between you. Her lips part as though she might say something—just before you pull her in for a kiss.
Her gasp is swallowed by the touch of your lips, her body tensing before melting into the moment. Her fingers clutch the edge of the stall, knuckles whitening as your hand finds the small of her back, pulling her flush against you. She tastes of honeyed bread, warm and soft, and when you break the kiss, her eyes flutter open, dazed.
"I…" she starts, breathless, but words fail her. You trail your hand down her back, savouring the curve of her waist beneath her simple dress. "You… you should go," she murmurs, but there’s no conviction in her voice.
Do you:
