Her fingers press her pink, swollen lips, and she narrows her eyes. “Why the hell did you kiss me?” I shrug and tell the truth. “I wanted to.” “You can’t just go around and kiss people! You have to ask!” Her manicured nail points at my chest. I snatch up her wrists. My lopsided grin gives away how turned on I am by her feistiness. “I’ve asked consent for a lot of things, but never for a kiss.” “Well, you should start.”
