Mia's POV
Sol's lips on mine felt like an unnatural thing. It felt heaven-owned. It felt like something that should never exist on this wretched earth.
How was it that something so divine could have existed here?
And that it touched my lips so earnestly, even. They were plump and soft, and I felt the softness of them as I bit into a hit. The groan in his throat reverberated into mine, and I pulled him close, closer, closer still.
So close that there wasn't even an inch of air between us.
"Mia," he breathed my name, a whisper of prayer on his lips, the soft wind of something saving during the heat of the day. His whisper of my name felt like cold water rushing down your throat after a warm night, and I was ravished with thirst.
I shook my head to silence him and grabbed his hair in
