By Amanda Heath
Published: October 11, 2013.
“Make me, Channing. Make me fall. Push me shove me just make sure I get there.” I shout at him, taking a step back. His eyes clash with mine. I read the challenge there making me take another step back.
He stalks the few steps to me and grabs my arms slamming his forehead down on mine, “I’ll make you.” His lips skim against mine as he continues to speak, “And I’ll be falling right there with you"