I gasped in surprise, involuntarily opening my mouth, and 1 used that opportunity to deepen the kiss. I felt his passion, his desperation, his apology. It was as if he was trying to communicate to me without words, and as I put my arms on his shoulders and hesitantly returned the kiss, my annoyance toward him slowly slipped away.
When Alessandro felt 20 respond, the thin threshold of his self-control snapped and he backed her up against the wall, kissing her like a drowning man would grab a lifeline thrown at him. After a while, he came up for air and put his forehead on hers, keeping his eyes closed. His heartbeat was racing like crazy, but he wasn't quite sure if it was because he wanted to continue, or because he forced himself to stop. "I feel like I'm cheating," he admitted, his cheeks flushed.
