“His gaze drops to my lips. I want to kiss him, and it’s getting harder and harder to remember why I shouldn’t. But when he shifts, my immediate reflex is to break the connection and turn away.” WantDesireFriendsHanging OutDamon KingMaddox O Shay Book:Fake Out Source: Fake Out
“Maddy.” My hand goes over his head, pushing the door closed so he can’t escape, and he turns to face me. This close, we share the same breath, and we’re both breathing hard. His eyes are either hooded or narrowed; I can’t tell if he’s angry or turned on, but I don’t give him a chance to let me know which, because I move in and fuse my mouth to his. He accepts it willingly—eagerly.” LoveDesireKissingDamon KingMaddox O Shay Book:Fake Out Source: Fake Out