The moment Seth's lips crashed against mine, fire erupted through my veins. I knew something was wrong when I saw his snap at his sister's comment. Jacob wanted to come after him, but I insisted and asked him to give us some space to talk.
I'm glad I made that decision, but now I don't want to stop. Was I ready for their marks?
No. I was not ready. I still wanted to hold back for a bit, but every fiber in my being told me to keep flowing and not let my fears stop me.
His hands still gripped my waist, pressing into my skin through the thin fabric of my shirt. I could feel my own skin heating up, and the tingling spread all over our bodies.
I had the same feeling with Jacob; they both are amazing kissers. Seth and Jacob are both demanding; they make me open my mouth and play with my
