Morgan steps closer, well within my personal bubble. The heat of her body so close to mine presses against my skin. “Are you dating anyone?” I can’t speak. Her fingers linger on my neck, her touch the only thing my mind seems to grasp. Finally, I shake my head. “No, but I—” She doesn’t wait for me to finish. Morgan leans forward and presses her lips to mine. Her hand cups my face, fingers weaving through my hair.
