In two strides, he’s pinning me against the wall. One hand tangles in my hair, ruining what’s left of Gina’s handiwork. The other hand grips my waist and bunches my dress into a disaster of borrowed silk. His mouth crashes into mine like storm waves breaking on a levee. I’ve been kissed before, but not like this. Never like this. He kisses me like I’m air and he’s drowning. And God help me, that’s exactly how I kiss him back.
SWWWOOOOOOOOONNNNNN xxxx
