♡Astrid♡

I slid my fingers into his hair, and just like that, he kissed me back. His arm tightened around my waist, shaky and desperate, pulling me closer.

And, well—it didn’t feel fake. Not even with a pair of eyes on us.

His tongue brushed mine, and I pressed a hand to his chest to stop him before things went too far.

Because if we didn’t, this wouldn’t end well. We might as well start acting out a porn scene.

He must’ve caught the signal because his hand swept along my back ...