“What’s the matter, Clint?” I said, his eyes were filled with worry.
“Just know that whatever happens from now on, I still love you,” he said as his lips touched my forehead slightly.
I didn’t have enough time to even reply to him before his lips descended on me with ferocity. It was like no kiss we’ve ever had. This one was filled with so much need and passion, and laced with droplets of sadness.
I spent so long dreaming of him, aching for his touch, wanting to smell those familiar scents of lavender and Clay that turned my knees to water. He devoured my lips hungrily as I matched his movements with ferocity. I grabbed onto him tightly and his hands seemed to be all over me.
The touch of his lips felt good on my skin, causing thousands of butterflies to appear in my stomach. My skin
