Chapter 15: Taste Of Trouble
I kept my eyes on the road, jaw clenched, hands steady on the wheel.
Suddenly, I heard her shift, felt her watching me. I didn’t react. I didn’t need to. Ugh, I’m starting to feel more awkward.
But then she moved again — just slightly — I felt it. The space between us popped..
And then...
Her lips pressed against mine.
Soft... sweet
A single jolt shot through me, melting down every thread of restraint I had left. Damn it.
The taste of her lips — warmt, salt, a trace of alcohol and mint — hit me like a punch. I slammed on the brakes. The car halted, tires skidding slightly against the road surface.
My hand gripped the wheel so tight my knuckles ached.
The kiss was unexpected, a soft brush against my lips that made me gasp.
She pulled back immediately, wide-eyed. Probably expecting me to tell her off. To pretend I didn’t feel anything.