Julian stole the rest of my words with his lips, kissing me and knocking me back into his desk in a single swift movement that left me reeling. His talented lips broke from mine for one split second to grunt, “Shut up,” before he dove in again, capturing my mouth with his for a second time. I kissed him back recklessly, momentarily losing myself in how our tongues tangled and lips clashed. Why? Why did he have to be so good at this?
