Chapter 16
“I’m not entirely sure what I feel,” Leila says. “I know what I want, but I’m also wise enough to question my desire.”
Desire. Want. Feel. Only a few of her words are really getting through to me. If I’m being perfectly honest, if it were up to me, I wouldn’t be sitting in a chair talking to Leila right now. Because my heart rages inside my chest. My blood pounds in my veins while my pulse throbs wildly between my legs.
If it were solely up to me, Leila would be all over me right now, taking care of my desire, which I know is not the same as hers. It can’t be. Not only because we are different people but also because we’re coming at this from totally different places. What I’m warring with is reconciling our kiss, and whatever might or might not happen after, with ticking off
