When my eyes open, he’s staring at my lips, eyes dark and turning with something that looks a lot like desire. My lips part, and my chest rises and falls quickly. “Cassidy.” He says my name like a prayer, and I know without a doubt he’s thinking what I’m thinking. This is meant to happen. I lean up on my tiptoes, and everything happens quickly from there. He grabs me around my waist, pulling me taut against him. Our mouths crash together, a tango of teeth and tongues.
