The second kiss was after their first real date. Cliched in all it's cheesy glory, he walked her to her front door, and he'd kissed her good night. But like with everything Bellamy did, it wasn't just a peck on the lips, it was heated and passionate, because damn that man was nothing if not passionate about everything.
The kiss had left a lingering feeling, that left her fingers coming up to touch them at everything chance she could, without being caught by her parents of course. And the memory of it, flooded her with a different kind of heat, that left her wanting him to do far more than just kiss her.
The way he had pulled at her lip, much like the first time they'd kissed, it was more than that though this time, there was definitely some tongue involved. And he was a pro with his, to be honest, she hadn't been sure if she'd truly been kissed until that moment, was he holding out for her? Showing her the possibilities one kiss at a time? Because if that was the case, she was more than okay with it.
"Good night, Bellamy."
"Good night, Princess."