He snapped you back towards him by the wrist. Your back is pressing against his chest as his hand came wrapping around your jaw to smash his lips against your. You had to tilt your head up.

This wasn't supposed to happen. The date has been rather lame. He didn't talk much. You thought he's shy or uninterested, but when you said you wanted to leave, he did this.

What now?

Fuck knows, Your brain is still hazy from the sudden passion. He kisses really well. Like you read about in those romance books, not like the guys you've had before.

"Don't leave," he grunts in his deep voice, looking down at you. "We're not done here."