“My turn,” Brodie said, and despite his laughter from before, his expression was uncharacteristically somber as he took me in. I had no idea what I looked like but no doubt I was a disaster, my hair everywhere, and covered in dirt from being shoved into a trunk. Brodie didn’t appear to care as he moved Ethan out of the way, who to my surprise didn’t protest, and wrapped his arms around me, lifting me full-bodily off the ground. His kiss was gentler but no less demanding, as he too slid his tongue against mine, devouring
