Aria
My pulse spikes. “What main event?”
“PDA,” he says casually, his eyes darting to my lips. “I’m gonna kiss you.”
“What?” I practically choke.
“Relax,” he says with a smirk. “You wanna piss them off, don’t you?”
I glance at Ethan and Vanessa, who look like they’re about to implode. My wolf, Gail, is practically howling in my head, and I know this is dangerous territory. But I nod anyway, taking a deep breath. And because I’m clearly a masochist, I let him lean in.
Holy. s**t.
The second his lips touch mine, it’s like the Fourth of July goes off in my chest. Sparks, fireworks—hell, maybe even a nuclear explosion. His lips are soft but insistent, and when his tongue brushes against mine, it’s like my whole body goes up in flames. My hands clutch his shirt, and I forget about Ethan,
