The kiss was passionate, none of them very keen on letting go. Both of them were fighting for dominance, but Zachariah was on another level. He was kissing her like his own life depended on it and as if she was the only thing that mattered to him. This makeout session was getting hotter each second. His hands, brushing her hair and having a tight grip on her jaw so that there was no turning around. In a swift motion he dropped his hand to hold onto her waist and as soon as this happened, Nirvana's legs automatically curled them up against his waist as he lifted her body. Nirvana knew that this was utterly and helplessly wrong, and yet the butterflies in her stomach really did tell her otherwise. Was she not supposed to be angry at him? she thought. Yes! She was supposed to be furious and p
