Molly
He doesn't answer me.
He simply presses his lips against mine.
My body reacts instantly. Heat floods through me like a shockwave. My skin tingles, my knees go weak as his mouth claims mine with slow, deliberate hunger. I shudder, my fingers curling into his shirt as if letting go would break me apart. I want to drown in him. I want to forget where we are and who is watching. I want him.
Claps and whistles erupt around us but I do not care. I slide my arms around his neck and pull him closer, kissing him back with everything I have. The world fades until it is just us, breathing hard, lips swollen, foreheads nearly touching when we finally pull apart.
“You are mine, Molly,” he murmurs. “You just do not know it yet.”
The words hit me straight in the core. I should argue. I shou
