Our eyes met. He stared intently at me, his palm pulling my chin to his mouth. His lips moved gently against mine. He caressed my bottom lip with his wet, hot tongue. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. Our lips moved in stunning harmony. I didn’t care what anyone else thought of our relationship. As wrong as it was, it was starting to feel right to me. He protected me, he prepared a surprise for my birthday when my boyfriend had never done that before. He ...