![]() ![]() He tastes exactly the way I thought he would, of cigarettes and citrus and salt. Suddenly, we're kissing for real - clumsy at first as we feel each other out, but then I shirt forward into his lap, fall against his chest and tip my head down, and it's like two puzzle pieces snapping into place. He makes a muffled sound of surprise in the back of his throat, hesitating for a heartbeat before his mouth opens against mine. I grab the collar of his shirt and tug him back to me. "I shouldn't have done that," he blurts out. ![]() Maybe I'd be offended if I wasn't so sure that my own expression matches his perfectly. His face freezes, eyes wide with oh shit written across them. But I don't even have time to register the firm press of his lips against mine, without breath, before he pulls back. ![]() I've thought about what it'd be like to kiss Jake over the past few days, way more than I'd care to admit. “He leans close and says, "It matters to me," right against my mouth, and then kisses me like he means it. ![]()
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