He cut off my question by pushing me into my room and kicking the door shut behind him. I looked up at him in confusion, but he didn’t let me say anything. Grabbing one of my hands, he pulled me close and kissed me. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip before his tongue flicked over it to soothe the sting. Moaning into it, I let him take the lead, tilting my head and grabbing his hips to press myself against him as I fell into the kiss. He tasted like coffee and syrup from breakfast.
