“What exactly should you have had to do to expect loyalty from me?” “I don’t know. Given you something, at least! We haven’t even kissed, Johnny. I haven’t done anything besides run—” It only takes one step forward to be able to take her face in my hands. I drop my head and brush my lips over hers, testing the soft, plump feel of her mouth. Tasting her for the first time without taking our first real kiss. Swallowing the rest of her sentence and the wobbly exhale that follows.
