18
XAVIER
The five-minute drive to Karissa’s apartment felt like it was three hours long. I just wanted her in my arms, but there were stop signs and people crossing the street and no parking spaces. I was about to crawl out of my skin.
We finally managed to get there and park, and we met in front of her building. I took her hand, and we hurried up the stairs. It was good to know she was as impatient as I was.
Karissa fumbled with her key in the lock. I barely resisted the urge to bring her into my arms while we were standing outside her door, then she finally got the key in and let us inside.
As soon as the door closed, she pushed me against it. Her hands slid under my shirt, lifting it up and away, her nails scratching my skin. I groaned and yanked my shirt off when she abandoned it
