Ivonne’s POV

“Tobias?” I called after seconds of him simply staring down at me. I observed the color changes in his irises while he stood unmoving. “Tobias are you oka—”

My question got swallowed up by his lips as they descended on mine. My lids widened in surprise at the contact, my whole body going rigid at the sparks that spread all over my bones.

His hand reached out to grab my chin while his other went to my bare back press my body to his. His fingers snaked upwards on my ...