Seth
He’s kissing me. Adrien Valentine is sitting less than a few inches away from me and half-naked on my porch and he is kissing me like his life depends on it. His lips feel so damn soft against mine as he crashes them into me and his tongue darts out, pressuring me to open up for him. And I do, because what else am I supposed to do? I can’t fight my need for him and I am not sure I have ever wanted to. After all, he’s mine, isn’t he? A part of me, the little sense of mind I have left, tries to remind me how not mine he actually is, but I shove the thoughts away. Who needs thinking when the hottest man alive is kissing the live out of them?
His tongue explores the debts of my mouth the way mine did this morning and it is the sweetest and most intoxicating feeling in the world. It make
