There's nothing wild about the kiss.
It's slow and sensuous, and it's doesn't spike a fire inside of me. It spikes a longing for Reid; a need so terrible it makes me want to howl.
I cuddle his face between my hands as I stand on tiptoes to match his height, then I slightly tilt my face as I deepen the kiss.
My salty tears are entangled between our lips but that doesn't dim the mood. Reid still kisses me like his very life depends on it; like I'm a part of the air he needs to breath.
His arm tightens around me as his lips move over mine in a way that only him can hack. His tongue slips past my willing lips, and I groan as I let my fingers stray into his hair.
Reid easily spins us around, and he pins my body against the wall with his bigger one. I know for a fact that if he wasn't
