MAEVE HAWTHORN.
What should I call this feeling? I really want to put a name on it but the more I think about what to call what I’m feeling deep inside me, the harder it is to put a label on it.
Staring into the pair of blue eyes looking down at me, my body tingles and I could feel burns on each part of my skin, each part that Enzo had touched and kissed.
I ache for him, I want him even more and right now even as he refuses me, I can’t help but feel even more attracted to him, my heart thumped loudly and my head pounded.
Whatever this is, whatever this feeling is, no matter the amount of hatred I have for this man on top of me right now, I don’t ever want that feeling to stop.
“You care what I think about you?” I managed to ask as I stared into his sparkly green eyes and I saw them gl
