Sparks where our lips met.
Fireworks behind my closed eyes.
Warmth, so much warmth, in his hands as they touched me, one gripping my waist, the other tangled in my hair.
A burning started low in my stomach and spread outward. Even the chill of the rink wasn't enough to bank the fire. I was aware of every part of my body from my fingertips to my toes. And my mouth was sliding against Tolliver's as if it knew his, like my lips really had been waiting for him all this time. Needing to touch him, my hands traveled up the front of his jersey, pulling him even closer, and he made a noise of approval in the back of his throat.
I shivered at the sound.
At the way it felt against my mouth.
I couldn't get enough.
Of Tolliver.
Of kissing him.
Of this heat between us that seemed to only flare hotter as the kiss went on.
I wasn't sure how long we stood there, burning, caught up in each other, kissing like there wasn't another soul in the world.But it took someone who sounded very close saying, "Damn. Why don't you kiss me like that?" to interrupt the moment.
"I do, just not in public," said another voice.
Tolliver and I leaned back slowly.
Our foreheads still touching, he stared into my eyes.
I couldn't look away if I wanted to.
That deep, sky blue was all I could see.
"You don't look at me like that either," the first voice said.
"Ah come on, I look at you all the time."
"Not like that."
When I leaned up to press another kiss to his mouth, he met me half-way, and I kissed him with fervor.
"For God's sake, enough with the PDA. We get it."
Now,thatvoice I definitely knew, and as Tolliver and I finally parted, Wayne was glaring hard.
"Classy," he said. His voice was thick with sarcasm.
Standing next to Wayne, his sister Sabrina was grinning. "Hot," she corrected. "That was hot."
Wayne grunted.
"Hi, Freya," she said. "It's good to see you."
"Good to see you, Sabrina," I said, meaning it.
Even if her brother and I hadn't worked out, Sabrina was legitimately cool. The guy with his arm around her shoulders, who was obviously her boyfriend, nodded at Tolliver.
"Sup, Tolliver," he said.
"George," Tolliver said in return.
