Chapter 12 One Little Kiss!
- The kiss is forceful, a collision of our anger and frustration. I can taste the alcohol on her lips.
- God! My hatred for her is profound, but I can’t deny that there is a magnetic pull in between us.
- For a moment, it feels like she might resist, but then I feel her surrender, her body relaxing against mine, her hands clutching my shirt. Our lips move in perfect sync, burning our bodies with desire.