Today is kiss and make up day! Later on in the book, Selene and Micah get past the reason for all the hostility, and have their first kiss.
“You know, I have to say, this is all a little strange,” I said. It wasn’t possible that the intense emotion I saw on Micah’s face was for me. “You’re throwing me for a loop, Micah, going from hostile to caring so quickly…”
“Would you like me to go back to hostile?” he asked, his mouth twitching in a smile. I shook my head.
“No, but…you’re confusing me, I don’t know what to make of this.” His hand around mine was strong, and the strength I felt was very appealing. Where Andrew’s touch carried a crushing strength, Micah’s seemed more like a supporting strength.
“Then I guess I’m not going to help matters by doing this…” Before I knew it Micah had moved forward, slipped his hand around my neck, and kissed me. I was shocked for only a split second before my body was rippling in pleasure from the feel of his lips on mine, and I closed my eyes and melted into the kiss. Micah pulled me closer, careful of my slung arm, and deepened the kiss. His tongue whispered across my lips like he was asking rather than demanding, and I found this thrilling. I opened my mouth, and when our tongues brushed, his hands slid up my back under my shirt and he groaned low in his throat. He moved his hand to cup my face and slide through my hair, and he arched my head back and moved his lips moved down my neck, planting whisper soft kisses there that literally made my toes curl. He moved his mouth back to mine and kissed me slow and deep, as though he was taking his time to explore the contours of my mouth. It was a novelty to me after months of having my mouth roughly savaged by Andrew, along with my body. I had thought the way things were with Andrew had been the perfect scenario, but now I realized I had just never been kissed like this before; like the person on the other end of the kiss was it in for more than just the pleasure it brought him. There was a strength and intensity in the way Micah held me, possessively, but not like he thought he owned me, more like he was afraid I would slip away from him. All of these realizations, plus the body weakening ache that had erupted in my body from his touch, was overwhelming me.