“Was that impulsive enough for you?” I grin. A storm swirls in his eyes, and for a moment, I wonder if I’ve made a terrible mistake. What if he hated that? “I’m sorry, I—” “Fuck it,” he growls. Then he’s on top of me, throwing us to the sand. His hand grips tight to my hair as he crashes his lips against mine.
Kicking my feet rn
