Kiss Me

The moment his hand slides to the small of my back, a shiver runs through me, my breath hitching.

His hands are so warm, and though they are not as rough as Declan’s calloused fingers, I can tell he’s played basketball before. It’s odd, the way I can almost picture his hands by the feel of them.

They way I can almost imagine the way they’d feel against my most sensitive parts.

He pulls me in clo