"Brittany's tongue snakes out to wet her perfect heart-shaped lips, which are now shiny and oh, so inviting. "Don't tease me like that," I groan, my lips inches from hers. Her books hit the carpet. Her eyes follow, but if I lose her attention, I may never get this moment back. My fingers move to her chin, gently urging her to look at me. She looks up at me with those vulnerable eyes. "What if it means something?" she asks. "What if it does?" "Promise me it won't mean anything." I lean my head back on the couch. "It won't mean anythin'." Aren't I supposed to be the guy in this scenario, laying down the no-commitment rules? "And no tongue," she adds. " , if I kiss you, I guarantee there's gonna be tongue."