Emily
The moment the door to his bedroom closed, his restraint snapped.
His lips crashed onto mine before I could even properly breathe.
His hands framed my face, then slid down to my waist, pulling me flush against him like he had been waiting all evening for this exact moment.
I let out a soft gasp against his mouth, my fingers instinctively gripping his shirt.
“You started this,” he murmured against my lips, voice low and rough.
I barely had time to respond before he kissed me again — deeper, slower now, deliberate.
I responded to his kiss with equal fervour, my hands unbuttoning his shirt as fast as I could.
When we got to the bed, I pulled away from him, my hands moving to his lips to silence him
"I promised I'd make it up to you" I whispered against his ear, kissing it light
