Lina's POV
Why does he have allergy medicine in his car?
The thought barely had time to form in my mind before it was cut short.
Because he leaned over and pressed down on me.
His fingers gripped my jaw—firm enough to part my lips, but not hard. Before I could react, I felt his mouth on mine—warm, soft, with a hint of moisture.
He transferred the pill into my mouth. But once it was done, his tongue didn't pull back.
It traced along the roof of my mouth, slow and deliberate, as if he was checking something. A muffled sound escaped my throat. The pill nearly caught in my airway, but his tongue pushed deeper, forcing me to swallow.
The pill went down. But his tongue was still inside me.
He was tasting me. Leisurely, like he was savoring something worth remembering. H
