Zoey's POV
I gasp as his hands snake around my waist and hauls me up to him. My heart races erratically as I momentarily close my eyes when his lips crash roughly on mine. It is stupid of me to ask him to kiss me, but I just wanted to get some sort of confirmation that he was the one there that night.
His tongue slips inside my mouth fighting for dominance. He tastes like pure mint. Quite an addicting taste, I must admit. He soon takes control over my mouth, his tongue sliding awkwardly over my teeth until our tongues and mouths move in perfect unison. My mouth feels as if it's on fire. Scratch that. My whole body feels as if it's on fire. My breathing slowly becomes labored as his mouth completely possesses mine.
His hand trails down and
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