**This is an excerpt from my first short story, I hope you like it. Sorry if there are any formatting issues, reddit was being dumb.**
Their lips came together, soft and warm, and Quinn felt something melt inside her. She could taste the soju on his lips, sweet and tingly, and was thrust into a sea of balanced contradictions; Isaac’s gentle lips contrasted with the fervour of his touch. He pulled her in close with tender, solid hands that gripped and pulled, squeezed and caressed. Her body responded to the commands of his touch like she was clay in his fingers, her flesh moulding to his touch. His right arm caressed her back, sliding across her tank top, his fingers lingering across her ribcage as they moved down. He seized her hips and pulled her closer in a rough, swift motion that jolted her and forced her to lean further into him, practically falling into his arms. His hand came back up to squeeze the back of her neck and pull her in to deepen the kiss. Then came his tongue, tender yet demanding, and she had no choice but to let it in, parting her lips more and letting him explore her mouth.