For someone who claimed to abhor me, Theodore was a little too eager to return my kiss.
His hands, previously hesitant, now found their way to my waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of my dress like he was trying to ground himself. His lips moved against mine with a practiced ease that made my pulse spike, sending heat coursing through my veins.
I shouldn’t have kissed him.
I shouldn’t have enjoyed it.
But when he deepened the kiss, his hand sliding up my spine to cup the back of my neck, my body betrayed me. A sharp gasp escaped my lips, swallowed instantly by him, and I felt the smug curve of his mouth against mine.
Damn him.
My pulse skittered, but before I could process the heat pooling in my stomach, he moved.
A sharp pull. A shift of weight.
My back hit the mattress befor
