It's like the first taste of ice cream after a scorching summer day, it’s the first sip of cocoa during a winter storm.
In a matter of seconds, I become putty, I feel myself melt, give in to that little voice in the back of my head that had always been there.
You, it has to be you.
“Should have just done that yesterday,” Oryn comments under his breath my gaze follows the movement of his lips. I want to pull him to me again want to savor the taste of him against me.
There's a loud knock at the door and suddenly I’m back on earth, in the girl's restroom balancing on the edge of the sink my hands-on Oryn’s shoulders as he stares down at me.
We shouldn’t kiss, not here anyway.
His face lights up and he bursts out laughing. The sound shocks me but its like music t
