Ryan
The taste of her was a drug I had been starving for.
The moment her lips parted beneath mine, the last thread of my control snapped like a dry twig. I didn't care that we were in the school library. I didn't care that a janitor could walk through the door with a flashlight at any second. All that mattered was the soft, trembling reality of Klara in my arms, her fingers clutching at the back of my neck as if she were drowning and I was her only lifeline.
I broke the kiss for a fraction of a second, just long enough to draw a ragged breath, before burying my face in the curve of her neck. She smelled like vanilla and rain-soaked pavement, a combination that made my head spin. I pressed my lips to the sensitive skin just beneath her jaw, and she gasped, her head tilting back against m
