Justin's POV
I didn't know what got into me.
One moment, she was standing beside the table, her fingers curled lightly around the edge of a plate, her hair falling forward in that messy, infuriatingly beautiful way ,and the next, I had moved.
It wasn't a conscious decision. There was no thought of "should I" or "what will she think?"
It was like my body bypassed reason entirely and went straight to instinct, acting on my intrusive thoughts.
In two strides, I'd turned my chair just enough and pulled her into the space between my legs. The wood creaked faintly under the sudden movement.
She froze for a fraction of a second, her eyes meeting mine in startled confusion and maybe, maybe something else.
And then I kissed her.
The first brush of my mouth against hers wasn't fierce or claiming ,not at first. I just wanted to feel her. Test the waters. See if she'd let me.
She didn't pull away.
God help me, she leaned in.
That was all it took.
