He bent down and brushed his lips against mine. I know he planned on it being a quck little peck, but I grabbed the back of his head and held him to me as I - very thoroughly - explored his mouth.
"Seriously? Again?" Logan complained from beside me.
"Dude, I think her tonsils are just fine," Scooter joined in. "You can stop checking them any time now.

Auteur: Tracy Deebs