Maverick
I couldn’t f*****g sleep. Not after that kiss.
The taste of her mouth was still smeared across mine, still stuck on my tongue like something I’d never get rid of. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way her lips trembled, the way her body fought and then gave in like she hated herself for it.
One kiss, and it rewired me. I couldn’t sit still. I kept pacing, stretching, running my tongue over my teeth just to keep from walking straight to her room and demanding more.
By the time the house went quiet, I couldn’t resist the desire anymore. I heard her door shut, and that was it.
I wasn’t about to let her curl up under her sheets and convince herself it never happened. She didn’t get to escape like that, not after melting against me, not after the way her chest pressed again
