Liam

Was someone staring? Yes.

Was he a spy? Most likely.

Was it necessary that I kiss her passionately? Absolutely not.

But here I was, holding Arlene’s face in my hands, my lips buried in hers, claiming her in a kiss so deep it was almost sinful.

She tensed the moment our lips met, her breath hitching, her body frozen in shock. I hadn’t planned this. Not really. But the thought had crossed my mind the second she stepped out of that house in that dress.

I had imagined pinning her against the car, one hand gripping her waist, the other tangled in her hair, taking her mouth in a...