Ginnie’s P.O.V.
He leaned forward, as he captured my lips in a rough, possessive kiss, almost as if he had waited a lifetime to do this. Making me forget how to think like a normal, rational person. Like I wouldn’t even be able to function normally, like I wouldn’t be able to breathe. It felt as if Milo had the ability to slow time or speed it up. I just wasn’t sure which one it was yet. We could have been kissing for seconds, hours or days, and it still wouldn’t have mattered to me, it would never be long enough. Milo’s lips were intoxicating, like my own personal drug, hidden inside a gorgeous face, with white hair and eyes blue as ice. As both of our wolves took over, Milo grinded his hips into my pelvis, as he pushed me back and pinned my body between his and the wall closest to us. S
