Memories of our first kiss flash through me. It was raining out – pouring, and I was hiding behind my parent’s shed, trying to work up the courage to run toward the house. Reece came to check on me and help me inside. The way the rain had soaked his clothes, and made them mold to every hard, muscled plane of his body was too much. The secret lust we’d been fighting all summer seemed to boil over all at once. I can’t remember who made the first move, all I knew was that suddenly our mouths were fused together while the warm, heavy raindrops fell down on us. My fingers knotted in his soaked t-shirt while his tongue quested for mine. I remember my pounding heartbeat, the damp flood of moisture between my legs when his teeth nibbled my bottom lip. His kiss was raw. Primal. And still the best k
