She pushed up on her toes and pressed her lips to mine. It wasn't anything more than a gentle touch of her lips against mine, but it broke what little resolve I had. I pressed her against the jukebox. Her arms snaked around my neck. She was so sweet, the sweetest thing I've ever tasted.
Like an idiot, I broke the kiss long enough to lead her to the backroom. Pushing her up against the wall, my mouth was on her again. She arched into me, warring her tongue with mine. Her hands snaked around my neck, my hands slipped around to her backside. Starr moaned, and that soft plea broke me.
"Bear, please." She begged.
"Please what, sweet girl?"