Gage
I finally had her. After days of aching for it, craving it, begging the universe for a break, I finally had Bree in my hands. Her mouth had been on mine, her body pressed against me, her lips giving me a taste of something so damn perfect I thought I’d dreamt it. And then that f*****g b***h showed up and ruined everything.
The second Gabriella slinked off, Bree pulled back. She wasn’t soft anymore, wasn’t that flushed, open girl who had kissed me back like she wanted me just as bad. It was like a shutter came down behind her eyes. She folded in on herself, like she was suddenly bracing for a storm.
“Don’t mind her,” I whispered, my voice rough from trying to reel her back in. I wanted nothing more than to dive back into that kiss, to drown in it, to hold on to what we’d just had.
