Chapter 113 My Bestfriend's Sister-three

• Chapter 113
• His big body jerks against mine and he groans low in his throat, his hands finally coming up to cup my face, one slipping into my hair to tilt my head back. “Jesus Christ, Lily,” he rasps against my mouth. “I wasn’t expecting this.”
• His tongue parts my lips and sweeps inside, tangling with mine in a smooth slide, and all of the anxiety drains out of me. My knees wobble at the contact, but he supports me with a hand at the small of my back, yanking me closer and deepening the kiss until I’m dizzy. Until I’m barely holding on by a thread.