His eyes widened at my statement, and I saw the hurt flash in them before it morphed to anger. “You really think I believe that?” No. How could I when I thought of him weekly, daily, hourly? But I wouldn’t admit that. He took two deep breaths as he looked down at my lips and his hands shook on me like he was trying to hold himself back. Then he whispered, “Fuck it,” before he slammed his mouth hard into mine, his full lips moving with the purpose of dominating mine.
