Alex's question dangles there, like a raindrop frozen in midair: "How do you feel, Mae?"
How do I feel? How do I even begin to put my answer into words?
So instead, I tighten my grip on his shirt and pull his face down to mine.
Sensation explodes through me the moment our lips meet. Something must happen for Alex too because I can almost feel the exact moment when his restraint breaks.
One moment, we're kissing on the street corner. The next, he's yanked me hard against him. His arms are so tight around me that it hurts, but I don't care. I want to be even closer to him. Want to give myself over completely to the fire burning through me.
He crushes his mouth against mine, devouring me. I moan against his kiss, and he sinks his tongue deep between my lips as if he would taste every las
