(Brianna's POV)
He gently pulls my waist up against his body. One hand ran through my hair, pressing the back of my neck until it sent goosebumps down my spine.
I moaned in protest while pushing against his chest. My breath was coming in gasps after all the hot and crazy kissing we did outside. I almost lost my sanity from it. My lips were swollen and throbbing, wet from his kiss.
"When I said I wouldn't betray you, that meant I swore on my life," he said. He took a breath, gasping just like me.
I don't know where all the anger that exploded in my heart went. But when I saw his eyes and his words to me, it made me feel calmer. Is this a skill he has? Making women feel comfortable next to him?
"I want to go home. Don't think that I'm not angry with you anymore," I said as I pushed him
