I wanted to push him away. I wanted to tell him off. But when he deepened the kiss, I found myself leaning into his touch. I found myself forgetting all the anger and all the pain. The kiss was 1 to assure me, but assurance was not one that I needed. I needed confirmation.
“It is only going to be you and only you.” He rasped, his voice just above a whisper for my ears to hear before he connected his lips with my own once again.
My hands instinctively gripped his shirt as his kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against mine in a hungry, claiming kiss that stole all reason from my mind.
He walked me backward until my back met the edge of the desk, his hands gripping my hips like he was anchoring himself to reality. I was melting into him. I didn’t care. I didn’t want to care. Because the wa
