For long, beautiful seconds, I forgot that I didn't like this guy, and I lost myself in the kiss. I now understood what kissing a man was supposed to feel like.
I had to mentally knock some sense into myself, and quickly, before King's kiss pulled me under for good.
Where was that kind of kissing during the time we were dating? Where was it during those clinical monthly impregnation sessions? How could King be so cold to me when he was capable of this kind of passion? It broke my heart.
It also made me wonder what else he was hiding.
I raised my left foot and stomped down hard on King's right foot, regretting that I wasn't wearing stilettos for the only time in my life.
King cursed and fell back, trying to keep the weight off his sore foot.
"What was that for?"
"So many reasons, but let's go with the most basic. You kissed me against my will."
"The way you responded didn't feel like it was against your will."