LAYLA
I gasp as heat wires through my body.
When I was kissing Zack, I was trying to be nice about it. It’s awkward kissing your best friend — I didn’t want to just lean forward and start sucking his tongue.
Zack doesn’t care about being nice. Wrapping a strong hand around my throat, he kisses me hotly and hungrily. I melt, letting him drag me into his fierce, hard rhythm.
He tastes like honey and smoke and whiskey. I lap the flavour right out of him, and feel my breath getting faster as my body lights up. When I get brave enough to nip at his bottom lip, he growls like a bear, yanking me closer. I pant against his mouth as arousal rolls through me.
Jesus, is this what kissing is supposed to feel like? I feel like I’m going to explode. Like all of the tension that’s been slowly build
