Drunken party friends can still kiss, right?”
His voice was low and rumbling and I heard my breath catch as I fought to steady my voice.
“We’re not drunk.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” he breathed.
I licked my lips again subconsciously and once again regretted it as I saw his eyes watching me intently. He probably thought I was doing it on purpose to taunt him.
“Um.

Author: Shelly Crane