FIA
Jett's words hung—“I’m dying to kiss you, and I know you are too”—and I swore I stopped breathing. How the hell did he know? He saw through me… it was true. I was dying to kiss him, despite knowing I shouldn't.
The fiery pull that I had been desperate to suppress rose in my chest, so hot and reckless, and it made my lips move as my inner voice tried to protest… to put up one last fight, but no words came out.
As if wedging the last nail, Jett leaned in just a little more, brushing his lips against mine so softly it was almost a tease. “Don’t fight it,” he whispered. And with that, I crumbled under his touch.
I moved without realizing it, closing the small gap between us until our lips met in a kiss that sent shivers down my spine. It was like lighting a fuse I didn’t know I had—
