I scoff and stand on my tiptoes, closing a bit more of our height difference, though it doesn’t make me feel any less small. “And what am I? Huh, Colt? Your plaything? Your tutor? What am I to you? I wanna know––” His mouth slams against mine, taking my breath with it as he slips his tongue between my lips and tangles his fingers in my damp hair.
Finally
