Taylors POV
He backed us out of the doorway and my back hit the wall. His hands had come up to cup my cheeks and his fingers were running his fingers through my hair. The kiss was strong, and demanding. I felt angry but at the same time happy. It was like fire and ice.
My arms found their way around his shoulders, and my fingers rested on the back of his head twirling my fingers through the strands of hair resting on his neck. This kiss isn't just a kiss. He was proving a point. Finally coming up for air, we broke apart. His forehead rested against mine.
“I wish you could see what I see when I look at you. I don't know how to describe it. Yes, I am a player. Yes, I've been with other people. But you're different. I can't put my finger on it, but I know this is different. I know you felt
