Jack
Sarah’s lip met mine with an eagerness that mirrored my own. A low groan rumbled in my chest, God, I’d missed this.
Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss until my head swam. Her tongue danced with mine, an invitation I eagerly accepted. It had always been like this with Sarah from the first moment our eyes met, her body had captivated me, I couldn’t tear my gaze away then, and I certainly couldn't now.
"God, I've missed this," she breathed against my mouth, her fingers were already at the buttons of my shirt, "I missed you."
A hungry grin stretched across my face. "You have no idea how much I’ve missed this." My hands found the hem of her dress, and I pulled it upwards.
"I’ve missed your mouth," she murmured, her gaze dropping to my lips, then lower,
