Fern
I wait in the corridor, not caring who might see us or who might witness the fight between us. I am tired of hiding the truth of what is between us or the lies. I can't be sure which is which at this point. All I know is that if he doesn't answer me, I will walk away from Alpha Gaven and never look back.
My foot taps on the floor, and my arms cross over my chest, like they can save me from what he is about to say. His mouth opens and shuts, like he is unable to form the words that he needs to tell me the truth.
He doesn't answer with words. He answers by kissing me.
The world narrows to the press of his mouth against mine. It is firm, desperate, and unmistakably sure. There's no hesitation in it, no restraint. He pours everything he's been holding back into the kiss: the
