Because he’s hit a nerve and it hurts, and I hate him for it, hate him for stripping me bare. I don’t get a second of warning before he bridges the gap between us, instantly molding his mouth to mine, completely unexpected.

His lips are warm and soft, swiftly pushing mine apart. His tongue is in my mouth, caressing, and it feels like heaven, instantly crushing my defenses and melting my armor. His hands bury under the layers of my loose hair, and I kiss him back, tangling my fingers in the collar of his shirt so I can pull him closer, instinct taking over. Breathing heavily, I’m getting lost...