“I’m not sorry about any of that,” I say as I shove the helmet on my head and meet his stare. I clip it under my chin and put my hands on my hips. “She was rude and I couldn’t stand it.” He blinks down at me, his hand moving toward the back of my neck. He squeezes it gently, pulling me toward him. His lips land on mine, a soft kiss that grows more fevered. I groan into him and hold on to his shoulders to keep myself standing. I can feel several emotions swirling through me, tightening around my chest. Relief, possession,”
Book:Pit Stop