The kiss roots me to the spot.
Just a moment ago, we were arguing, and now I can’t even think straight. I’m angry with him—I can still feel my anger—but it’s hard to remember exactly why that was. Because I also want him.
He breaks the kiss and stares at me, eyes blazing. “Holy hell,” he growls. “You really know how to drive a man crazy, Alicia.”
“Me, drive you crazy?” That hardly seems fair.
“You drag me out here into the middle of the woods—”
“I didn’t drag you anywhere. You showed up at my house, remember?”
“And then you kiss me like that—”
“You kissed me!”