Nyelle
Vincent’s hand was still resting against my butt cheeks, and the tension between us felt so heavy that even breathing suddenly became difficult.
Slowly, I stepped even closer toward him until barely any space remained between us at all. I could feel the warmth coming off his body now, and the closer I got, the more uneven his breathing became.
His eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and unreadable.
Then carefully, nervously, I leaned closer toward his neck. Before I could go further Vincent grabbed my waist roughly and pulled me against him so fast that a startled gasp escaped me silently.
Then his lips crashed against mine. My entire body froze.
Oh God. For a second, I genuinely forgot how to breathe.
The kiss felt desperate. Hot. Messy. Like years of restraint suddenly shatter
