“I certainly do not like you.” She punctuates every word, and I’m losing it. For the first time in my entire life, I’ve lost control, and I’m not sure I want to take it back. “Fuck it,” I mumble to myself. I wind my hand around her waist and pull her close to my chest. Without giving myself a chance to change my mind or giving her the opportunity to push me away, I bend down and cover her lips with mine. Just because I want to have a taste.
