Chapter 8
Matt still had the taste of Shay on his lips—sweet with a touch of salt from the popcorn. He had no idea what had come over him when he’d kissed her, but now that he had it was all he wanted to do. He didn’t get up and plan to leave because he was embarrassed of his actions; it was because the desire to kiss her again, feel her tongue slide against his, her hands tighten around his neck, was so damn strong. Walking away was the only thing he could think of to do before he lost control. But when her hand had wrapped around his, and she’d looked up at him with those big beautiful eyes, and asked him to stay, he couldn’t refuse.
He deserved a damn trophy for sitting there, surrounded by her vanilla scent, watching the rise and fall of her chest with each breath without reaching ou
