As Nikki broke free for air, she looked up, and said breathlessly, "You know how you asked me if I thought you were a violent person a while back?"
Harry regarded her warily, remembering how he'd simply spun her into his arms and kissed her fiercely, trapping her between him and the lockers, no time for questions or complaints. She'd been asking for it, of course, with her constant teasing; he was only human, he could only take so much. "Yes?"
She smiled, pulling his head back down to hers. "I'd go more with passionate."
He could deal with that.
