Chapter Fifteen
She doesn’t pull away from my advance, instead one hand fists my T-shirt to keep me in place. I push my hands into her long, brown hair as I try to figure out how I’ve lived this long without ever kissing her. Her tongue is cool from the ice cream and runs along mine. Mia isn’t one to shy away from what she wants and the fact she wants me, or at the very least my lips in this moment has my heart fluttering like some lovesick fool from the movies.
Her legs clench around my thighs, locking me to her. An internal debate runs in my head.
Take your time, savor the moment, there’s too much baggage between us for this to happen a second time.
But already I know—one taste will never be enough.
Her hand releases my shirt and I draw my hands away, letting her hair fall back down
