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“Bloody well make me,” I snapped. “You came over here and you’re the one who won’t leave and keeps arguing back even though I apparently can’t be argued with!”
He pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes.
Then, out of nowhere, Max took three long strides towards me, cupped my face, and did the one thing I never thought he’d ever do.
He kissed me.
His fingers threaded into my hair, and his thumbs followed the line of my jaw. His firm grip made my head tilt back, offering my mouth to him, leaving my lips completely at his mercy.
Max was kissing me.
And I liked it.
A lot.
My heart was beating as if it was going to burst out of my chest and take off, and my arms slowly loosened from their folded position against my chest. Something about the way his lips felt against mine set my entire body on fire.
I wanted to reach out. Grab his t-shirt. Hold him closer to me. Wrap myself around him so this feeling would never end.
So it couldn’t end.
But it did.
Slowly.
He tentatively pulled back, dragging out the final touch of his lips, almost as if he didn’t want it to stop, just as I didn’t. Even then he didn’t move. He stayed here, standing right in front of me, his lips just millimetres from mine.
I kept my eyes closed, and my breath was almost laboured despite the gentleness of the kiss.
Had that really just happened?
Max inhaled sharply, but the exhale was anything but. It was heavy and ragged, as if it was taking all his control to keep it even that steady.
I didn’t know what to say.
I thought he’d leave.
I didn’t think he’d do that.
I never thought he’d kiss me.
I certainly never thought he’d kiss me likethat.
“I should go,” Max said, stepping back and finally dropping his hands from my face.
I nodded, but he’d already turned away and was opening the front door. The lump in my throat matched the tenseness of my stomach muscles, and I pressed my hands against my tummy as he stepped outside and pulled the door closed behind him.
I leant back against the living room door frame, staring at the door. The wavy glass in the windows meant my view was distorted, but I watched as the higgledy-piggledy shape of his person slowly disappeared from my view.
That kiss.
That wasn’t planned.
That wasn’t part of some cockamamie plan to inspire my romance novel.
That was real.
That was an honest-to-God, heat of the moment kiss. The kind that happened before you knew what you were doing. Where your body moved before your brain did.
