I take her head in my hands, and do what I've been wanting to do for as long as I can remember- I press my lips to her. It's better than I could have ever dreamed it would be. Her lips are soft and mold perfectly to mine. The smell of vanilla is so overwhelming it's staggering, but I can't bring myself to care because it smells like Lily. I'm kissing Lily Evans.
This a kind of sequel to my story Ephemeral. It's the same story just through James' point of view. (Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, other than the ones I make up. All rights remain to J.K. Rowling.) *Also, language is worse in this book than my other one because the marauders had potty mouths.*
Story through Lily's eyes: Ephemeral by Episkeyyy