Lyla
"Too tight!" I murmured, already feeling the air leave my lungs.
Finally, Ramsey lets me go. While I was still trying to take deep, restorative breaths, he captured my lips again, kissing me with so much fervour that my heart stopped beating. When we pulled apart, he held me for a few minutes, staring at me before he placed another kiss on my forehead.
Then, still holding me by his side, practically tucking me to his side, he turned and faced the small crowd that had gathered around us. They all looked embarrassed on our behalf.
"Who did this?" Ramsey growled, searching the faces in the crowd as if the offender would suddenly come forth to confess. But I knew better. Whoever did this would not stand here afterwards, waiting for us to make up our minds about whether or not we'd expose them.
