Nathan shuffled closer to me, if that was even possible. There was less than an inch between our lips, and the distance seemed like it was getting shorter, and shorter. Until, I felt his lips against mine. He was kissing me. The kiss was not hurried, and started with a quick peck of soft pursed lips. But it was almost immediately followed by hungry mouths, wet and hot. At first, it was just lips trying to swallow lips, then I felt Nathan's tongue slide against my lower lip, and opened up to…