“I wasn’t into it?” Ezren threw up her hands, her exasperation overcoming her embarrassment. “Well, you didn’t kiss me back. So what was I supposed—” Then his lips were moving against hers, his bare chest pressed against her sports bra, and his hand warm on her cheek. And this was no friendly peck, no polite kiss for the cams. His mouth was hot and searching, and she responded in kind. Every hair on her body stood on end, her back arching into him, until just as suddenly, he pulled away.
