We are standing inches apart when he says fuck it and kisses me. It's fast, but once I feel his hot lips on mine, everything falls into place, like it's natural. He holds my face as he kisses me. My hands grip his forearms for a second, but they fall away, and a sound I don't recognise escapes my lips. He deepens the kiss. It's not the first time I've kissed a guy. In New York, I visited clubs often and hooked up with guys I knew I would never see again. No one could guess my age when I really went out there, but kissing him, I feel like a novice. The way he handles me, so gently but abrupt. I pull away and hit my foot on the stool behind me. I yelp, and he's already bending to check it out. Zane says, "Are you hurt?" "I'll heal." I shake off his hold on my ankle while crossing my arms and looking away. "Let's continue with our previous plans." I walk away, but he grabs my wrist, stopping me. I'm forced to meet his gaze again, and it takes a lot of willpower not to run back int
Read more