Chapter 45 Pierro

• When Kat pushes onto her toes, one hand snakes around my neck, and I'm tugged down until my mouth crashes against hers. It's a hard kiss, a bruising kiss, and it's what I need after that fight. My body's too wound up for anything else.
• Kat must know that, must feel the same way, because she's not gentle with me as she starts walking backwards, yanking on my neck to follow. I prowl forward, stalking her across the dressing room, my greedy hands roaming up her sides, down her arms, into her hair.
• "I've never done this before," she warns me again.