“Just as I start to get trapped in my own thoughts again, Mitch leans in and kisses me. He kisses me the way a man should kiss a woman he cares about. Not some weak peck on the lips to test my reaction, but a real, warm, firm kiss. The kind that parts your lips so slightly. The kind that feels like it could go on for an eternity. The kind that sends electricity and heat all through my body.”
