Micah’s POV
I can’t get enough of her. I am like a man starved. A beast dying of thirst who just got his first drop of water.
I want to devour her. I want to burn my imprint in her skin. I want to kiss her until she forgets that she doesn't love me.
Until she is back to being mine. Even if it’s a lie.
Fireworks light up the sky overhead and yellow light shines on us. Immediately, Fiona freezes. I kiss her neck tenderly. I trace my fingers over her inner thigh but it’s like she has been doused with water.
Earlier, despite her struggles, she was equally as passionate. Her body had opened up to me, welcoming my heat against her, even as her lips said no.
But, now, she feels cold. Rigid.
Immediately, I back away. Even if it takes every ounce of control within me. When I look at her face
