NIRELLE

The door to the bedroom slams behind us, and I am not sure which of us had closed it when we stepped in. All I know is that the way my heart had reacted after the wet, sloppy kiss in the car was still at the same rate my heart was going. My back slams to the door, and a gasp escapes from my lips as my hand widens.

He presses his body into mine as his lips cover mine in urgency. Something about this kiss is different from all the previous ones. There is a certain kind of urgency, and ...