Julietta / Julia
“Ask me more questions and we’ll be even.” His voice was hoarse, and he grabbed the back of my head to crash his lips to mine all over again. It was like we were on a kissing spree.
My heart pounded in my chest, and I clutched onto his T-shirt to pull him closer. He tasted of freshly brewed coffee – addictive, powerful, and intoxicating.
He deepened the kiss, sliding a hand down to wrap around my waist and pull me closer. It seemed he had no intention of stopping.
The kiss was slower but just as all-consuming as the previous one. It sent heat racing through my body. Why did I want him so much when I knew this was temporary?
Could I believe him? Would he really destroy the prenuptial? Why would he do that when he didn’t love me?
No, I had to guard my heart agains
