One hand on my waist and the other to my face. Yes. He is good but wasn't he mad at me days before now?
I have no idea what is going on but all I want at this moment is the moment. The guy, the kiss and his smell is all I crave for and he is here with me. When I needed him most. He is here with me.
His lips are warm and soft. They part slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside.
Warmth blossom in Chase chest, sparks igniting as I lean in close, tongues brushing together, tentatively, for the first time. The smell of his perfume, of the soft, peachy scent of his conditioner, is dizzying, butterflies dancing in my stomach. But warmth consume me as I lean into the kiss, Chase lips impossibly soft against my own.
Our bodies press together heatedly against the wall, breathing heavily
