I desperately search for a way to express how much I want him, and my body takes the lead. I rise onto my tiptoes and brush my lips against his. He leans into the kiss, then suddenly pulls back as I try to deepen it with my tongue. His hesitation only fuels my desire and I reach up, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. “Kat, no.” His voice sounds pained and I don’t think I’ve ever been so confused. “But I thought you wanted—” “I do,” he reassures me. “But you’re drunk and I’m not that guy.” “I’m not that drunk.” “I don’t care.”
