Protector

My chest is heaving as I look at him.

His lips are wet from the kiss, and his eyes are wide, crazy.

“That was more than a kiss,” I whisper, pressing my fingers to my lips and fixing the skirt of my dress.

His eyes devour me, taking in my lips and then the rest of my body. He nods.

I lick my lips, looking to the window where the light from the party is coming into the room. “We should probably