Arabella's point of view

My kiss was soft and passionate. I could feel sparks running through my veins as I kissed him.

Amy was nagging me to kiss him harder because she was enjoying his lips, and honestly, I was too—I couldn’t seem to get enough.

But just when I was about to deepen the kiss, he grabbed my neck, pulled me impossibly closer, and he reciprocated the kiss—deepening it.

He quickly flipped us over again, making me lie underneath him, but he rested his elbows on the ...