He crushed his lips to mine, and I simultaneously hated and adored him for it. All I could think of was the way his mouth moved and how I seemed so fragile in his hands. The passion slowed, until the kisses were so soft they tickled. When Kile finally pulled away, he kept his fingers teasingly close to my hair, rubbing the skin absentmindedly. “You are so spoiled, and you are so obnoxious . . . but I’m here.” With a final kiss, he opened the door and left.
