It was as if he anticipated this, because the moment my lips touched his, his hand grasped the back of my neck, tilting my head as he started kissing me.
He nibbles his teeth firmly on my lower lip and thrusts his tongue into my mouth when I gasp.
“Honey?” Melinda's voice calls out, accompanied by the sound of her descending the stairs.
My eyes widen, and I push him away.
I don't know where that strength comes from, but it helps me get rid of him.
“Angel,” he says, walking forward intending to hold me, but I take hurried steps back to create distance between us. In my haste, my back collides painfully with the edge of the counter.
“Aaah.” I wince.
“Ella, are you alright?” He reaches out to grab me again, concern written all over his face.
“Stay away from me…!” I hiss, slapping him
