“Oh my god,” I moan, feeling the cream foam on my upper lip. Before I can lick it away, Lex makes a sharp, disapproving sound. Before worry can capture my gut—panic that he’ll take it away—he grabs my chin, tipping my face up. I don’t have time to really think about it when he dips down to push his lips against mine, but I know that it starts out stilted and testing, his eyelashes fluttering as he tastes the cream on me.
