JADE
There are mostly three sixty five days in every year. I’ve done it twenty-one times. Lived. Loved. Lost.
But nothing comes close to what hearing him say those three words makes me feel. I’m floating on heart-shaped clouds at the mercy of cupid, losing my senses.
“I want you, Jade,” Lukas repeats, and he leans in, treacherously slow seconds passing before his lips press against mine again.
A fire ignites in my chest, the kind that can raze realms and stop time. I kiss him back, reveling in the slow, passionate strokes of his tongue.
“I’m all yours, Lukas.”
He breaks the kiss and stands, unfastening his belt while his hungry stare remains on me. I squirm in the chair, unconsciously sliding down a bit and spreading my legs.
My hand runs over my chest, brushing past my sensitive
