Lola's POV

"Good," Morgan said softly. And then he kissed me again.

His mouth moved against mine, slower this time. Deeper. Not rough like the first kiss. This was different. This felt like he was trying to tell me something.

His hand was still tangled in my hair, holding me steady. The other hand on my waist pulled me even closer until there was no space left between us.

I could feel the heat coming off his body. Could smell his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke. Could taste him on my ...