“Yamane reached out a hand. "You've got something on your lip," he murmured, rubbing it gently with his thumb. "What?" Rory froze "Me," said Yamane, closing the distance for a kiss.” — Z.A. Maxfield Copy Share Image
“He grips the back of my head and closes the little distance between us. His kiss was different than earlier. It was more forceful and desperate. As if he had finally found what he was looking for. He pushed me… — Jannat Bhat Copy Share Image
