Arya:
When I say Devon Brookes is a good kisser, I wasn’t joking about that. Hands planted behind my waist, his steady body towering over mine and that deep kiss that has my knees buckling, I am transported to years ago, but this feels...somewhat different. The intensity of fireworks exploding in the pit of my stomach is enough to light up New York.
Everything begins to blur, I can barely make out the shape of others as his hand is still around mine. I go on my tiptoes, digging my hand is his dark short curls, just when I want to dig deeper, he stops the kiss.
His hand is still firmly around the small of my back, “Are you okay?” He asks softly, and I almost fall, but his jade-green eyes are layered deep on me.
My cheeks are flustered with heat and then it hits me. I just kissed Devo
