speaks. “I don’t have a jacket, but I have myself.” The man is so smooth. So smooth that before I can even blink, his arms are around my waist and his lips meet mine in a kiss that is sigh-soft. It’s a brush, a question, maybe even a plea. And yet it’s also charged and electric, a lightning strike sending 300 million volts through me, causing a rolling blackout of every other function of my body until there is only this, only Thayden’s lips and mine.
