Steven froze and didn’t kiss me back.
And after a couple of moments, when the regret began setting in that I was kissing my s*x Education professor who was twice my age and obviously didn’t want to kiss me back, I pulled back and looked away, completely embarrassed.
“Sorry,” I said, attempting to regain my composure.
I didn’t know what had come over me, but I had wanted to kiss him so badly. Maybe it was the way that he finally seemed to relax and joke around with me. Maybe it had been in a s****l kinda way, but it’d seemed much softer than usual.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered again, finally scurrying out of his hold.
Before I could stand in the tub, he seized my waist, pulled me back to him, and crashed his lips onto mine. My heart pounded inside my chest as his tongue slipped into my mou
