~CHAPTER FIFTY TWO~
A small whimper slips out of me. My body is on fire — wet, tight, desperate.
“But I won’t,” he says softer, hurting. “Not unless you say you want it too. Not unless you need this like I do.”
I close my eyes, looking for any reason to stop. All I feel is how much I want his hands everywhere.
When I look at him again, he’s waiting, like everything depends on me.
“I’m scared,” I breathe. “Not only of Hardin. I’m scared I won't be able to stop... that I'll cling to this desire until I don't recognize myself anymore.”
He presses his forehead harder. “Then we stop. I walk away. We act like this never happened.”
My hand moves by itself — up his chest, grabbing his shirt tight.
“No, I want this,” I whisper, voice shaking. “So… bad.”
Something flashes in his eyes — reli
