Page 89 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

She lets out the faintest little gasp as our bodies meet.

I feel it against my chest.

Feel her breathing.

Quick.

Shallow.

Mine isn't much better.

Our eyes lock.

“So beautiful,” I murmur, barely recognizing my own voice.

She searches my face one last time.

Looking for hesitation.

She won't find it.

Not anymore.

This time, I don't hesitate.

Never again.

I cradle her face between my hands and lower my mouth to hers.

The second our lips meet...

Everything changes.

I swear it's like the Fourth of July.

Fireworks explode somewhere deep inside my chest.

Heat races through every nerve in my body.

The world narrows until there's nothing left except her.

Her soft sigh against my mouth.

The gentle pressure of her lips as it turns into something rougher, wilder, uncontrollable.

The way her fingers curl into my shirt like she's afraid I'll disappear.

Our mate bond surges to life.

It pulses.

Glows.

Brilliant.

Beautiful.

Alive.