Maggie swallowed hard, her words caught in her throat.
With a soft, resigned tone, she finally spoke.
âDonât be angry.
Havenât I already shown you that I will try to win you over?â
Sanford gazed into her eyes, still upset.
She said she would chase him but didnât he start it all? Would she have made a move if he hadnât required?
They both breathed in the familiar scent, their hearts racing.
Sanford looked at her red lips, his stares getting more intense.
Then he said, âKiss me.
â
His heart wanted more than just words.
Maggieâs eyes widened and she froze.
Sanford squinted.
âYou said youâd chase me, right? I want you to go all in, not wait for me to ask every time!â
Maggieâs eyes sparkled as she looked at his lips.
She leaned in and kissed him.
Their hearts warmed with the long-missed feeling.
Sanfordâs eyes grew even more intense.
He held back, letting her take charge.
Maggie grabbed his shirt, kissing him gently, trying to mimic the way Sanford used to kiss her.
Sanford felt something in his heart, a strong desire.
He couldnât wait any longer.
He pulled her closer, kissing her back with passion.
The sudden move made Maggie let out a soft moan, holding onto his shirt tighter.
Sanfordâs blood boiled even more.
After so long without wanting, he craved more.
He pushed a button and Maggieâs seat began to tilt back.
Right then, there came a knock on the car window.
The seat hadnât even reclined halfway when they both stopped dead.
Sanford frowned, spotting a cop tapping on his window.