I frowned at him, refusing to look away despite how close he still held me.
His eyes searched mine for a long moment before one corner of his mouth lifted into the faintest hint of a smirk.
"Then make me regret this first." He said and before I could register his words, his lips crashed against mine.
My breath hitched.
What?
My entire body froze and my mind went completely blank.
The pressure of his mouth against mine and the faint taste of whiskey that still lingered on his breath made my heart slam painfully against my ribs.
What was he doing?
Dawson has never kissed me, not even when we got married at the altar, except he's drunk or under some kind of spell but...
I pushed back whatever excuses his actions as anger and reality crashed back into me all at once.
My palms lan
