He stops right in front of me again. He is looking at me very closely as if he is checking to see if I am going to run away. But I don’t want to run away. Instead, I meet his gaze, as if I am challenging him.
He accepts it. One of his hands slides behind my neck and grips my hair very gently. The touch is electric. It feels as if, underneath that simple touch, every nerve in my body has awoken. Then he leans down and his lips touch mine.
His kiss is gentle at first as if seeing if I am going to run off. But I refuse to run away – not this time. Instead, I tilt my head to one side and kiss him back. Bennett’s kiss switches from gentle to a little harder. He is still holding my hair gently. Before I can stop myself, I am pressing myself against him.
It is as if years of s****l tension has
