“My life is a shit show.” I gave her one last warning. “I’m not asking you to marry me, Jace. I’m asking you to kiss me.” That was all it took. My mouth crashed into hers and I fucking loved the little gasp that escaped her mouth when I actually did it. Her lips parted, inviting me in. My tongue found hers, hungry and needy, and searching for more. This girl was like a lifeline I didn’t even know I needed.
