Aaron’s POV
There was no walking away from Alessandra. Not after this. Not after knowing the way her taste resonated on my lips in the same way those little gasps took my own breath away. The embedding of her nails into my forearms as she pressed her body harder into mine remained as a phantom sensation even when we were apart. It was clear that there would be no walking away from Alessandra. My body called to her like a lighthouse guiding a boat to shore. And yet, I could postpone giving into it-at least until it was safe for her.
A lot easier said than done.
Ever since the first day since our kiss in the kitchen and my eyes couldn’t refrain from sneaking a peek as often as possible. Such innocent motions that made my gaze heavy with lust while my teeth clenched at the coming snarl f
