Romeo," I breathed.

I sounded strange. This didn’t even feel like my real voice; it came out as a moan, like I was desperately pleading for something important. Well, maybe I was.

I wanted us to stop what we were doing. I wanted to stop, but my body wasn’t paying attention to what I wanted. What I wanted was different from what my body wanted.

My body wanted us to continue making out, which was already turning intense, but I didn’t want us to continue.

I was afraid of what might happen next.

"Don’t you like it?" Romeo’s husky voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

He had stopped touching...