POV: Allie
Raymond and I made out in our bedroom. I couldn't get enough of him, I wanted more. I think I'm ready to move on with him. I just don’t know how to say it. He stood by the bed, his tall, muscular frame commanding yet tender as he pulled me close.
His hands, strong and calloused, rested on my waist, drawing me against him with a hunger that mirrored my own. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, a warmth that seemed to seep into my very core, igniting a fire that had been smouldering for weeks.
I tilted my head back, my eyes locking with his, and reached up to trace the contours of his jawline. His stubble rasped softly against my fingertips, a rough contrast to the smoothness of his skin.
“Raymond,” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of longing and determin
