Breaking eye contact, he lowers himself to whisper something into her ear. And then catches her earlobe with his teeth. His gaze skates briefly to mine before grabbing her face with both hands, kissing her. It’s rough, and heated, and … and … and I’m rooted to the spot, a swirl of contradicting feelings threatening to pull me under. But I keep watching. My breath hitches when his eyes lift back to mine, his mouth still on hers. His gaze is hot, yet it doesn’t burn. Suddenly, the brunette feels like a proxy. As if I’m the one he’s actually kissing. As if it’s my body he’s groping.
OH
