Daniella
"Daniela, wait..."
Tyler’s hand held the door, his eyes burning into mine, dark and desperate. I wanted to slam the door and shut him out, but my feet wouldn’t move.
“Oh God, Tyler, why are you doing this to me?” I groaned, torn between anger and something I didn’t want to admit.
He stepped inside and shut the door behind him with a soft click. Before I could react, he backed me against the wall, his hands framing my face.
“Because I’ve missed you, Daniela,” he answered directly. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since. Every damn day, it’s you in my head.”
“Tyler, don’t–” I started, but his lips crashed into mine, stealing my words. The kiss was hungry, his hands sliding to my neck. I melted into it, my resolve crumbling.
“You feel so good,” he mumbled against my lips.
