Chapter 128

As our hands and tongues dance in matching paces to the rhythm of our uncontrollably burning desires, our bodies resting tightly against each other like they want to be two in one, I realize that I can't deny it anymore. I cannot deny what I feel—what we feel. There is a strong connection between us. I know there is, and it's not one-sided. I can feel it. He feels that too. It is there. It is so strongly dominant. It can't be assumed, avoided, or denied. But what is it? Lust? Obsession? Or love?

The shortness of breath due to that savage kissing makes us long for a break, and we pull away, panting heavily. We take in the fresh air mixed with the scent of our cologne until we are stable. I rest my forehead on his, my eyes boring into his. I wish I could know what he really wants from me. I would be willing to give him anything.

"Is this our supposed dinner?" I force the words out, tracing his jaw with one hand while the other one keeps track of his loud and fast heartbeat