“Caden—” I gasped.
But before I could even protest, he had already claimed my lips and pressed his warm body against me so gently. Oh goddess, his skin was so hot, I melted underneath him.
He smelled and tasted wine, but I didn’t push him away. I wanted him. I wanted him so badly, and my whole day felt so empty knowing that he was mad at me. Even though I knew my feelings would never be reciprocated like I wanted them to, I still longed for his kiss. His touch had always been in my daydreams, and now that he was here with me, there was no way I would let this slip away.
I was hopeless.
Because no matter how much it hurts, it was still him I always wanted.
And yet I couldn’t grasp the idea of marrying him in the name of responsibility. Why couldn't he just love me? Was I that terrible?
