Fallon

He needed to stop kissing me. It wasn't fair. To either of us, but mainly in our current situation - it wasn't fair to me. To girls like me in general.

His mouth hungrily nipped at mine, as his lips explored.

I put a hand between us to create some space and took a step back, Zane's breathing was heavy, laborious, his eyes wild. "What's wrong?"

"You."

"Me," he repeated dumbly, then took another threatening step toward me, this time tugging my ...