Evie’s POV
Well, I’ll admit it: there’s no way it’s over between us. Not when it feels like this to kiss him.
If anything, it feels better than it ever did before. I know that should be impossible—know that it doesn’t make any sense at all for the spark between us to have ignited after the bond between us was cut entirely—but it’s true.
The heat seems to radiate between us from the moment our lips connect—almost as if a flame has ignited, searing through our veins as our touch feeds the fire like gasoline. Already, I can feel myself start to sweat and sway, lightheaded and utterly enraptured, as we stagger toward the bed.
We’re both greedier now—hungrier. The fierce, raging hardness of his desire presses against the thin, flimsy material of my shift covering my pelvis as it
