Evelyn
As my top slipped off, Jacob's hands moved with effortless grace, easing my shorts down in one fluid motion. His lips found my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses in their wake. My back arched, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, drawing him closer as our lips collided. Our kiss was fierce and desperate, as if our very existence depended on it.
And, hell, it f*****g did.
Neither of us had even the slightest idea of when...we'd meet again or if Dad would ever approve of our relationship. The uncertainty of our future loomed over us.
And there was the problem—we wanted everything at once, without any losses or any relations perished and it was mostly unlikely to happen if fate were to oppose us and it seemed like fate would oppose us.
"I love you, Evelyn... I love you
