“I love you,” he says against my mouth. “You know that I love you, right?”
I part from him for a split second, looking all over his face. That feeling that I have grown so accustomed to washed over me. That feeling of emptiness inside of me that only Zac is placed in and the usual feeling of fear.
Do I know that he loves me? I think so, or at least a part of me does.
I cup his face, looking into his now dark blue eyes that were serious, wanting and full of desire. He needs me just as much as I need him.
I consume his mouth in mind, if only to shut him up and to please me. Desire sweeps through him and my body instantly responds to him.
“I want you,” I murmur. He kisses me more passionately, with a fever and desperation that I hadn’t felt from him before and I groan in his mouth.
