If he kisses me right now, I'll drown.
Every sip of air is shallow and burning, because in the arms of my best friend's brother, I'm the closest I've ever been to sin. His eyes flick to my lips, and I remember the first time I tasted him, seven years ago before I left this town and vowed never to return. His hands grip my waist, and I remember the pain when he rejected me, when my entire world crashed down at his command. His jaw clenches, and...