My whole body shook, still angry and upset at my sister’s words.
I grabbed Seth’s shirt and pulled him to me. His bright green eyes went wide, eyebrows nearly raising off his forehead.
“Um, Abby…” he began.
In a fit of pique, I surged forward and crushed my lips to his. They were full and soft, gone slack. I pressed myself against him, tugging him closer desperately.
Seth let out a huff of surprise. He brought one hand to my shoulder and I thought he might push me away. Instead, his lips firmed and he pressed me closer.
Our mouths moved together, hot and slick. He tasted of peppermint and black licorice, a delicious combination. I moaned into his mouth, molding against him as all conscious thought went out the window.
“Fuck, Abby…” he murmured in between kisses. “What are we doing?”