I want to kiss you.โ Jaceโs whisper pulled me from my thoughts and I glanced up to find his eyes blazing with raw need. โJust because Marc wonโt touch you doesnโt mean I shouldnโt. Right? I donโt have that kind of self-control, and honestly, I donโt see the point in it. Are you supposed to be impressed by how long we can go without touching you? โCause if thatโs the game weโre playing, I think Iโd rather lose.
Rachel VincentAlec licked his spoon, then set it on the table and popped his drink open. "Okay, I may be breaking some kind of girl bonding rule or something, but can I offer you a guy's perspective on this?" I frowned, my spoon halfway to my mouth. "Is this gonna make me want to hit you?" He shrugged. "Maybe. But it's the truth. Here goes: kissing back is an instinct. Unless the girl smells like a sewer or has tentacles feeling you up independently, a guy's first instinct is to kiss back. That's how it works. What's important is how long that kissing back lasted. So...how long?
Rachel VincentHis gaze burned into mine, like he could see past my eyes into parts of me no one had ever seen, and I knew I was seeing the same in him. No one else had ever seen him so vulnerable before, like if I pushed him away, he might crumble into pieces that could never be put together again. Yet there was strength, too. He was strong beneath that fragile need, and I knew that I could never fall with him next to me. If I tripped, he would catch me. If I lost my balance, he would find it.
Rachel Vincent