“You beautiful fucking disaster,” he said and wrapped a hand around the back of my head before he crushed his lips against mine. It wasn’t passionate. There was no tongue. It was over just as quickly as it had started. He was there and then out of the car entirely in the blink of an eye. And I still couldn’t fucking breathe. My whole body was buzzing with adrenaline. I felt better about myself by calling it adrenaline, rather than lust.
