I spin around, knowing full well what he’ll do next. That familiar large hand wraps around my arm, hauling me back toward him. My hands go to his chest, but instead of pushing him away, I tighten my fists in his shirt. We are chest to chest. I’m staring into his eyes blazing with fury as one of his hands grabs the back of my neck and brings my face close enough to brush our lips together. “You make me so angry,” he mutters. I manage one desperate gasp before his mouth crashes against mine. The kiss isn’t anything like our last two kisses. Those were performances. This is real.
WOOOOOOOO
