Evelyn
His lips fit perfectly against mine, as if they were meant to be pressed together forever. The softness I had missed, the closeness I craved, and his cologne—all of it was a lethal combination for me. My determination not to let him in again wavered. How could I resist? Sitting here in his arms, it felt like I was always meant to be his, and his alone. Forever his.
For the first few seconds, I tried to pull away, to push my feelings down and extinguish the growing fire between us. It stirred alive as ever, but in the end, I surrendered. To him and the ever-growing desires.
I released all my restraints, just as I had done that first day in the kitchen, pressed against the counter with his body between mine, a fervent flame blazing. I pulled him close and kissed him back. H
