AMELIA
We stared for a moment in a crackling intensity through the bathroom mirror.
I felt my body was burning like I was running a fever as he closed the gap between us, pressing his chest against my back.
My heartbeat did chaotic fluttery strange things banging in my ribcage like panicked caged animals as he leaned in, whispering in my ear, “I’d been wanting to feel you naked, kiss you, be inside your tightness, Amelia.”
“We should not be doing this.” Trying not to hyperventilate, I gripped the vanity hard enough it could break in my hands.
When he breathed, I felt the electricity rushing through my veins, and all my nerves were screaming.
“And why not? You’re my mate. This is what we exactly should be doing,” he said and lightly brushed his lips against my ear, sending a bolt of
