Our eyes met, and I moved without thought. I grabbed the front of his shirt and did what I wanted to do since the park. Our lips met and liquid fire poured over my body. My groan was swallowed the moment York opened his mouth. His tongue came out to play as if he was just as needy as I was. They twisted together as desire and lust stroked the flames between us. I couldn't get enough and tilted my head slightly to deepen the kiss further. I mapped out every inch of York's mouth, tasting the kettle corn that still lingered. For some reason, it wasn't so gross when it was mixed with York.
