The force of his mouth felt as though it would bend me over backward, so I pushed back with body, lips, and tongue to keep from tipping over. And to drink him in just as deep. His warm cinnamon taste rushed heat to every single part of my body. The feel of him pressed so close to me ignited that buzz touch I'd fought so hard lately to pretend I didn't want.
Because I did want it. I wanted to go on kissing him for hours, yet thoughts of Tram zipped through my head, and I felt like I was betraying him somehow. He'd died trying to protect me, and there I stood getting thoroughly kissed by a boy who played my emotions like a broken guitar. I pulled away, breathless.
Callum leaned his forehead against mine, every pant whispering warmth over my lips. "Go kick her ass, Leigh. No one wants to live in a world without you in it. Most of all me."
Then he was speeding toward the window with his gown billowing behind him like some kind of cape.
The sirens' wails grew louder.