(Penny’s POV)
Our kiss lasted for about two minutes, three tops, and then Maximo abruptly pulled away, a distressed look on his face as he stared at me, as though torn between picking up from where he left off or calling everything quits and walking away while there was still time.
For a brief moment, I felt a little pang of hurt course through me at the traumatized look on his face.
Was kissing me that much of a horrible experience for him?
And yet, even as I tried to steady my breath and right myself, I couldn’t help the wanton way my chest heaved, or the way both of my lips continued to pulse, still anticipating more action.
“Maximo, is everything okay?” I asked in concern when moments passed and he wasn’t saying anything.
Seriously guys, he was starting to freak me out.
Maximo
