Cavin's pov
As I lowered my head and captured her lips with mine. She was all mine. she was mine to kiss, mine to taste. My mind and heart was occupied with stress that i want to release.
She froze for a split second, but then, as if all the walls she'd built crumbled, she kissed me back. The softness of her lips, the taste of her, made everything else fade away. It was just us, in this moment, and nothing else mattered. Nothing. I never felt this way with Natalie.
I deepened the kiss, my hands sliding up to cup her face, pulling her closer. She melted against me, her hands gripping the front of my shirt as if she were holding on for dear life.
But then, just as quickly, the door burst open.
"What the hell is going on here?" Natalie's voice cut through the air like a knife.