Gage’s POV
I rest my hands on the edge of the countertop behind me, breathing hard as I stare at the floor under my feet. I can still feel the sensation of Hali’s body as it pressed against mine, the slight shift of her hips as she felt my obvious reaction to her, the feisty woman instinctively rubbing herself against me, the memory of which makes me groan.
She tasted just like I thought she would, sweet, like candy with a hint of strawberry from her lip balm, an intoxicating flavour that I’m already craving another hit of.
I had to physically stop myself from chasing after her when she ran away from me, every muscle in my body was tight, my mind screaming at my legs to follow her, claim her, make her mine in every single way. I want her so badly it hurts, but the horror that was etched
