Angela wanted to speak, but it was as if her voice had vanished. Her lips stayed parted, yet no words came out. She was frozen. She liked what was happening, and that alone scared her. Kaito was going to kiss her—she was sure of it. His eyes dropped to her lips, and then his face moved to her neck.
A warm, sweet wave rushed through her body. She felt like melting into him. Her body betrayed her—her senses spinning, her skin burning. Her chest tightened, and she could feel her nipples harden even without a touch. It confused her. She had never been this close to a man before, not like this. Now Kaito stood in front of her, their bodies nearly touching, and her secret was hanging on a thread. If he got any closer, he would know instantly that she wasn't a boy.
"Your scent..." Kaito said, his voice low and distracted. His nose brushed close to her skin, his breath warm on her neck. Angela shut her eyes, ready for whatever would come next. A kiss. A touch. Anything.
