I move before I think.
Before I weigh it.
Before I give myself the chance to do the smart thing.
My hand finds the back of her neck.
Firm.
Heavy.
Serious.
I need her to know I mean this. And I turn her toward me and I slam my lips to hers, kissing the fuck out of her in front of the whole damn world.
Not soft.
Not subtle.
A statement.
A correction.
A reminder.
When I pull back, I don’t look at him.
I don’t need to.
“She ain’t single.”
My voice is low.
Final.
And my eyes?
They’re on her.
Because she’s the only one who matters here.
And I see it.
That flicker.
That heat.
That pulse that jumps when I touch her.
That look that tells me she felt last night the same way I did.
Good. Because one kiss?
That’s not enough.
Not even close.
My dick is thumping inside my pants, and fuck me if I can even think about working with that going on.
