Zadie's POV
When he kissed me and lifted me onto his desk, my mind was going a million miles an hour. I've wanted this for so long, and now it was happening. It felt like all the built-up s****l tension was coming out in this one, frenzied kiss. But all too soon, he was pulling away. It was probably a good thing, as we both needed to breathe, because I wouldn't have stopped.
He leaned forward, placing his forehead to mine, before I heard him whisper, "I'm sorry." What was he sorry for? For kissing me? Am I that bad at it? "For what?" I asked, pulling back from him to search his eyes. I decided to throw my fears out the window and tell him how I really felt. "I'm not." I needed him to know I didn't regret it one bit.
He leaned forward once again and kissed me, taking my bottom lips bet
