“When he puts one hand on my jaw and tilts my head back, I wait for the squeeze to start. At any moment, his warm palm will snap tight and I’ll begin to die. Nose to nose. Breath against breath. One of his fingertips is behind my earlobe and I shiver when it slides. “Shortcake.” The sweet little word dissolves and I swallow. “I’m not going to kill you. You’re so dramatic.” Then he presses his mouth lightly against mine.”
