Chapter 22
EMILY
Saturday night
The Chicago night sky outside of Sevin’s floor-to-ceiling windows reminds me of all the rules I made back in Arizona.
And how great it feels breaking each one of them.
Ben and Violet were right; chaos does taste good.
Fortunately, for me, Sevin tastes even better. And when I wrap my arms around his neck, fingers intertwined into his dark hair, I sample as much of him as I can take, letting his mouth slant against mine to the rhythm of my racing heart.
His kisses are ravenous. And I’m insatiable.
He backs my body towards his wide windows overlooking the city, and I am a mess by the time my backside presses into the glass, our embrace on display for all of Chicago and the overlooked Lake Michigan to see.
I’m breathless by the time the kiss breaks. “Ho
