Gabriel’s mouth crashes into mine in a hard kiss, his tongue pushing in to tangle with mine, stealing whatever words remain. It’s fast and forceful, and not appropriate for college curbside, but something tells me Gabriel doesn’t care. At the moment, neither do I. It’s all I can do to keep my books within my grip and my knees from buckling, the heat from Gabriel’s hand on my hip searing. Someone somewhere lets out a catcall, and I know it has nothing to do with the car.
