Extraits

He was close. Too close. But I didn’t back away. In fact, maybe I had been the one to close the distance between us. I stopped myself rom leaning in any closer. I breathed in his breath. Then it was him moving forward, his lips seconds from meeting mine.

« We made a rule », I whispered.

« Unlike you, I don’t follow rules. » He didn’t give me a chance to respond. His lips met mine and stole my willpower. I pressed closer to him. I tried to move my right hand to his air but the seatbelt prevented me from getting closer. I searched blindly for the release button, not willing to separate myself from him to find it. He was faster. He unlatched my belt, then pulled me closer.

My hands found his hair, his neck, his shoulders. His hands found my hips, lifting and sliding me across the center console and onto his lap. There wasn’t enough room between him and the steering wheel but that didn’t stop me. My elbows rested on his shoulders as our kiss deepened.

(…)

When I stepped out, he didn’t move for me to walk around, though. He pressed me against the car and kissed me again, his warm hands over my ears. I went up on my tiptoes in answer. His warmth poured through my body and I felt like I would explode from happiness. I finally pushed on his chest, breaking the kiss. I was feeling too much, too fast.

If my mom taught me one thing it's that you can't control anyone but yourself.

"Don't assign me emotions. Don't pretend to know what I'm thinking based on your experiences."

"Possibilities are exciting and endless. Realities are final."

"[...] There is nothing between me and Dax."

"Then why are you hanging out with him?"

"He's just a distraction."

"Television is a distraction. Dax is a hostile takeover."