I snake my hands around Damien.
His mouth dives deeper into mine. His lips are luscious and soft and wet. He digs his fingers in my hair as he pulls me closer, pressing his body against mine.
The door bursts open, forcing us apart.
"Police! Police!" They bellow. "Everybody hands up!!!"
Count on the police to come late. And definitely count on the police to poop on the party.
Nate is standing at the door. His eyes moving from me to Damien to me to Damien and then finally to me. He looks pissed. He shakes his head and walks away.
We both stand on our feet as a tall black officer approaches us. Damien is answering most of the questions. I'm still a little shaken from the whole ordeal. Or maybe I'm shaken from the passionate kiss that was rudely interrupted. And who even called the poli
