Douze

Leah Monroe

Kissing Xander was so unreal.

I thought he would use those manly hands to grab my hand and pull me away. Pull my shirt or even shake me so I could stop. Because I couldn't believe this was happening. This shouldn't be happening, I shouldn't be doing this, we shouldn't be touching like this.

He told me to taste but as we got close, I'm wondering if I should be. Anyone could walk in, just as he did. But as soon as our lips touched, I couldn't stop myself from going deeper. I loved it, I never wanted it to end, didn't want him to stop, not even for a second.

As I sat there, with my hands wrapped around his neck, I realized there couldn't be a world outside of this, outside of us, where we gelled so perfectly. I had needed him, everyday from the day I saw him, and I was getting him now.

He forced my mouth wider with his hot, wandering tongue. I had no choice but to meet him halfway, kissing him with the same heat that he did me. Xander pressed his hands into the small of