Because his lips were on mine, and I didn’t even care if someone saw us on the street because Zain kissing me was everything. His lips were soft, and they moved in gentle motions against mine like he was memorizing the feel of them. I knew I was. If I never got kissed like this again, I wanted to remember every moment. He coaxed me open for him until his tongue pushed against the seam of my lips, seeking entrance. And didn’t he know that
WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS
