As he leans in, I panic. “Don’t,” I bark, just as our lips are about to touch. Like a good boy, he stops. For a while, he holds the position, just staring at me as if he’s waiting for me to change my mind. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. “Fuck it,” he mutters. Then his mouth crashes against mine as he devours my lips in a blazing kiss. I could push him away. I could tell him to stop. I don’t.
