As soon as he shifted his response, she reached behind her and pulled the closet door open. Geoffrey was aware of that, but barely aware of what she had in mind. Before he could respond, she pulled him inside and slammed the door behind them.
“What are you doing?” Geoffrey said, trying to reach the knob. She stepped between him and the door, blocking it.
“What we should have done a long time ago,” Sunny answered, sliding her hands over his shoulders and down his back.
The closet was dark and small, and in the tiny space, he was more aware of her than ever. A brief surge of panic overtook him. He couldn’t withstand her and he knew it. If she kissed him again, he’d give in. And he couldn’t give in. He couldn’t let things go that far. It was one thing to admit his desires and feelings—thou
