I wait for a beat, unconsciously smoothing my fingers over the silky skin of her arms.
This may be my only chance. Her eyes are challenging me, glinting with courage and clarity, her lips painted and plump.
Before she has long enough to realise who I am, I lift my hand to cup the back of her neck, and I dip my head to hers.
Maddie tenses against me as my fingertips run down the smooth skin of her bare arm until I reach her wrist. I move my other hand to her waist, squeezing as I bring her body to mine and gently lick across her lips with my tongue, encouraging her to open for me. Her breasts are pressed against my chest, and my cock responds accordingly as our tongues move in a rhythm that makes perfect sense. Her hands move to grip my shirt at either side of my waist, scrunching the fabric in her fists.
Then my phone vibrates in the back pocket of my trousers. I groan as I pull away from her, her eyes still closed, her lips parted. I can’t help the grin that tugs at my mouth as her eyes flutter open.
I glance at the screen, annoyed at whoever has interrupted our kiss. I’m surprised to see it’s my Dad, the first line of the text alerting me to an emergency with my Mum.
I’m torn in two. I don’t want to leave Maddie. I want to make her realise we belong together. I want to take her home and make her mine. But my parents need me.
With one last look at Maddie, I turn and leave.