“Don’t,” she said bluntly. “Don’t be a gentleman. Don’t be chivalrous, don’t be a knight. Be a man in love, be the man who loves me. Because I love you.”
“Y-you do? Oh…oh, I thought that I was the only one…” He gazed at her for the longest time, before letting out a growl and picking her up, pressing her up against the wall as he slammed their mouths together.
She all but held her breath when he spoke, aching for him, and colour rushed into her face as he looked at her. What would he do? She could not make it any clearer — and then he was picking her up, fast and a little rough, and his mouth was on hers, and she drowned in his kiss. She kissed him back fiercely, biting at his lip and sinking her hands in his hair.