HAZEL
I can never tell what this sexy, big i***t is thinking. One minute, he wants to break up to save me, the next, he’s swooping me into his arms and kissing the crap out of me.
Like I didn’t just walk away from him, deadset that it would be the last time.
So, why am I kissing him back? Why are my arms wrapped around his neck, holding on like I’m scared he’s going to change his mind and pull away?
“Bell,” his breath hitches and he deepens the kiss. I let him. Our tongues intertwine. We forget we’re in public; that the same people who saw us fighting a moment ago, are the same people privy to this very public make out.
They must think we’re a pair of crazy idiots. Hell, I feel like one.
“Wait!” I pull my lips away from his, untangling my arms from around his neck. “What is this?
