" I was barely ever bad-tempered with Marcel, and my tone made him press his lips together to keep from smiling.
When I parked in front of Mr. Anderson’s house, he stretched over to take my face in his hands.
He handled me very thoroughly, touching just the tips of his fingers softly against my temples, my cheekbones, my jawline. Like I was exceptionally breakable.
Which was specifically the case-compared with him, at most limited.
‘You should be in a good mood, today of all days,’ he muttered.
His unseasoned breath crossed my face.
‘Moreover, if I don't want to be in a good mood?’ I asked, my breathing irregular.
His golden eyes smoldered. ‘Too bad.’
My head was already spinning by the time he leaned closer and pressed his icy lips against mine. As he intended, no doubt, I forgot all about my worries and concentrated on remembering how to inhale and exhale.
His mouth lingered on mine, cold and smooth and gentle until I wrapped my arms around his neck and threw myself into the kiss with a little too much enthusiasm. I could feel his lips curve upward as he let go of my face and reached back to unlock my grip on him.
Marcel had drawn many careful lines for our physical relationship, with the intent being to keep me alive. Though I respected the need for maintaining a safe distance between my skin and his razor-sharp, venom-coated teeth, I tended to forget about trivial things like that when he was kissing me.
‘Be good, please,’ he breathed against my cheek. He pressed his lips gently to mine one more time and then pulled away, folding my arms across my stomach.
My pulse was thudding in my ears. I put one hand over my heart. It drummed hyperactivity under my palm.
‘Do you think I'll ever get better at this?’ I wondered, mostly to myself. ‘That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?’
‘I hope not,’ he said, a bit smug.
I rolled my eyes. ‘Let's go watch the Capulets and Montagues hack each other up, all right?’
‘Your wish, my command.’
Marcel sprawled on the couch while I started the movie, fast-forwarding through the opening credits. "
― , Nevaeh Hard to Let Go