““Looking up, our eyes met, and then I was standing on my tiptoes so I could kiss him. His hands snaked around my waist, crushing me to him as we started doing some hardcore making out. In my dad’s closet. Part of my brain was telling me this probably wasn’t a good idea, while the other, bigger part, was telling it to shut the hell up and enjoy the feel of Rafe’s lips pressed against mine. And I was, I’d have to be dead not to, but— “Wait,” I said, pulling away. Rafe merely moved on to my neck, doing this nuzzling thing that felt amazing. “Wait, Rafe, put on the shirt.” “What?” He started laughing. “God, I must be the worst kisser in existence. First you pass out on me, now you’re telling me to put my clothes back on.””
