Chapter 11

Shantelle’s POV

I met his eyes to see he owned what he had said completely, and something about the admission was so incredibly hot that it brought a rush of honesty from me.

This was how we were and what we had told ourselves that we would be. We didn’t want anything out of the ordinary; we were sexually attracted to each other, and that was what I wanted from him.

I didn’t have anything more to give to him or anybody else. It was just physical to me.

“Touché,” I whispered.

A groan resounded in his chest, and then he kissed me. Slipped his tongue into my mouth. Pulled my bottom lip between his teeth. Kissing Roman Lightwood made me feel much more alive than any dr*g ever could.

I tried to undo the buttons on his shirt, but he grabbed my wrists and stopped me. Something cold settled in my stomach. I worked myself free from his grip, and as if he hadn’t already denied me once, I tried again, only to get the same result.

“It’s staying o