Dash’s POV
I’ve kissed a lot of girls before. (Okay, I’ve f****d a lot of girls before, too.) But I’ve never felt this way before—not even close.
I think I might be in love with her.
I try not to kiss her too hard or too fast, knowing in the back of my mind that her pretty, perfect face is covered in bruises from the altercation that happened only a mere hour ago, if that. But the way she kisses… it’s so different from everyone else I’ve ever kissed—so not what I expected—like everything else about her.
There’s a timidness to her kisses—a sort of sweet nervousness—yet, simultaneously, her body does this incredibly responsive, almost desperate thing against mine… like it has to have me, here and now.
But it’s more than that, I realize as her back arches toward me and she lets out a
