"The ardor of that kiss did not abandon them for many days and filled their nights with delicate ghosts, leaving the memory on the skin, like a burn. The joy of that encounter enraptured them, making them levitate on the street, prompting them to laugh for no apparent reason, he excitedly awakened them in the middle of a sleep. They touched their lips with their fingertips and evoked exactly the shape of each other's mouths."
Thus, wrote Isabel Allende about the sweetest feeling a kiss can leave.
And these two children know it very well.
It's a kiss, a first, given on the stage of the New Moon Theater during rehearsals for a show that leaves the taste of opposites on the lips.
Neither of denying the evidence to others, nor of hiding the blush on the cheeks, nor of catching the other thoughtfully caressing or licking her lips to remember the most coveted of moments.
There are a thousand, then a hundred, then another thousand and then again a hundred and another thousand of kisses that came after their first one.
Kisses on the nose, on the hair, on the hands, on the cheeks, on the forehead, Eskimo, molded, of the angel up to the French ones, with bite, teaser, butterfly, on the ear, of the vampire and of the body…
June and Johnny do not spare each other, especially after having their first night of love.
And it is precisely here that, after all those kisses, passion becomes burning and transgressive; shameless and brazen in her looks, hands, bites, pats and tongue.
In short…. they don't miss anything!
