His lips were cold—shockingly so, but the moment they parted, heat broke through Anna in a way that stole her breath.
It sent a shudder through her as he deepened the kiss, their tongues brushing.
He didn’t kiss her with certainty.
He kissed her like a drowning man clinging to the only thing keeping him afloat, even if that thing was the very wave swallowing him.
He had never kissed her this way before. It felt foreign, yet intoxicating and… wrong.
Wrong in a way that felt right.
She didn’t know whether to melt into it or shove him away. If she had an ounce of self-preservation, she should do the latter.
As if sensing her tension, Jason pulled back with a wet pop.
They stared at each other, their chests rising and falling in unison, breaths feathering their skin.
Jason lean
