His lips crash against mine and my entire body freezes in its spot as I stand there with my hands suspended by my sides as Rhys’ lips move over my own.
What is happening? After three months of animosity why is he kissing me now?
An impatient growl escapes Rhys’ lips as he pries my lips open, pulling my body up against his own, he presses me flush against himself.
The woodsy scent of his cologne and the taste of mint on his breath is enough to remind me of all those times when he has kissed me before, the way his hands know just how to handle my body same as they are right now, and the way my body melts at his touch — as if he is the only one who is ever meant to touch me.
My head starts to spin and I let out a strangled cry as I start kissing him back with fervour. My hands reach up
