it’s not that simp . . . ” Heat floods my cheeks. “I’ve never . . . ” A different look crosses his face then; a calculating light enters his woodland eyes. I shiver. “Beau—” His hand slides from my shoulder up my neck and into my bound hair. The pressure yanks my head back, and before I can react, his mouth covers mine.
Uhhhmmmmm that’s actually not how this works
