Shay Coleman was kissing me.
That thought barely registered before my blood warmed, a full-body tingle went through me, wracking all the way to my fingers and toes. Holy s**t. I couldn’t think, and his lips were moving over mine. They were asking for something, and I answered. I didn’t know what I was doing, but my mouth opened, and his tongue slid inside. He was kissing me with an extra roughness than I’d felt with guys before, but I was melting.
I lifted my hands to his chest.
What were we doing?
I hated Coleman.
At the reminder, I began to pull away.
He groaned, tightening his hold on my arms. “No, no.”
“But wha—”
“Stop. Okay?” He pulled back, just slightly. I could feel him, all of him. His hand fell to my waist, rounded over my hip, and he tugged me closer. I was lined up agai
