He pulls me close, his hand at the small of my back, a palm cupping my cheek. His mouth descends over mine. I brace myself. I don’t say no—I can’t, and I don’t know what kind of kiss I’m going to get from him after getting busted for giving him a fake name, sneaking around and avoiding him, and now the ridiculous thing over his sister. But his lips are lush over mine, tender and exploratory. I shake with relief and heat, kissing him back. I part my mouth and let my tongue glide across his. He tastes better than I remember with a hint of wine, lust and all him.
