She tried to pull back, a gasp of protest caught in her throat, but my hands were already at her waist.
I deepened the kiss, my tongue tracing the seam of her lips, tasting her. She was like the first cool breeze of autumn, a taste so clean and wild it made my head spin.
When I finally let her go, her knees gave out and she sank to the dark floor, chest heaving as she gasped for air.
I looked down at her, a slow smile spreading across my face.
"Well now," I chuckled, my voice a low rumble. "There's some color in your cheeks after all."
A beautiful, deep pink had bloomed across her face, a stark contrast to the pale defiance she wore just moments before.
"You're disgusting," she snapped, teeth clenched in anger.
I blinked at her like I was genuinely confused.
"Disgusting? You're the one who kissed me," I spread my hands. "I just didn't dodge. Didn't want it to look like I was rejecting you."
She stared at me like she might explode.
"I wasn't trying to—!"
