Michelle
His arms wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me impossibly close as his tongue probed into my mouth. What have I done? I asked myself. How could I have been so foolish as to kiss him, knowing full well how much he made my blood boil? And yet, not only was my blood boiling—it felt as if it had fully evaporated, especially as his hands began to trail south toward my ass. One hand stayed on my back, holding me in place, while the other slowly moved upward toward my neck. The next thing I knew, I was backed up against the glass display of the jewelry store, his hand gripping my neck, the other cupping and caressing my ass.
This has to stop!
I pulled away, pushing against his chest, wiggling out of his grasp before rushing straight to the counter. Neither of us said a word as
