I grab his hands to stop them from groping me further. His eyes flash, and he drops his hands to his sides. “You don’t want me?” “Of course I do, I always do. I just… I’m supposed to be mad.” “Be mad tomorrow,” he says with that evil grin of his. “I always do that, I need to—” “Shh…” He covers my mouth with his lips and kisses me, hard.
Siiiiiiiiiiiiigh
