“I—I need to go back to my mom’s,” she stammered. Before I knew what I was thinking, I yanked her to my chest and slammed my mouth onto hers. Our first kiss was short, rough, and possessive. It was everything I’d dreamed of. When I pulled away, her eyes were wide with shock. “Beau—” “—there’s no time, Abbie,” I murmured, stroking her jaw with my knuckle. “We’ll talk later.” “You—you just killed a man and kissed me,”
