“Hmm?” Reaching up, she cupped the back of my neck. “Don’t look at you like you matter?” With a sharp tug, she dragged my face down to hers and pressed another hot kiss to my lips. “Because you do.” She kissed me again, harder this time. “You matter to me, Joey Lynch.” “I shouldn’t,” I choked out, forcing my body to remain rigid and not fold into her like a huge part of me wanted to.
