Falling Like Leaves (Bramble Falls, #1)

by Misty Wilson

hand. He leans in slowly, and I close my eyes as he presses his lips to mine. The kiss is tentative, full of nerves and hesitance. But when I part my lips in invitation, Cooper groans, turning hungry and insistent, like he’s waited for this moment his whole life. His fingers slide into my hair, and he walks us backward until I’m pinned between him and a tree. When my tongue meets his, Cooper’s whole body sinks into mine, all of his solid muscles pressed against my soft curves, leaving both of us breathless—but who needs to breathe when a kiss is this magical? His fingers trail over the angles of my face, like he’s trying to memorize me the way I’ve already memorized him. They travel under my coat, then under my sweatshirt, and his cold fingers settle on my waist. A small sound escapes me at the feel of his skin on mine, and I try to pull him closer, as if that’s even possible. Eventually the kiss turns measured, deliberate, and gentle again. I could die happy here in these woods with this perfect boy. He pulls away and traces my bottom lip with his thumb. “That was, um…” He trails off. “We should do it again sometime,” I say with a laugh. But Cooper squeezes his eyes closed, looking almost tormented.