“We’ve got this,” he whispers, lowering his lips to mine. He kisses me fiercely, which is very much unlike Caleb while in the company of near-perfect strangers. His lips engulf mine as his thumb strokes the side of my face, his fingertips pressing against my jaw with delicious pressure that’s removed too soon. “Right?” he asks, pulling back. “Yeah…” We’re definitely going to die.
