Lyric
He kissed me again after I said yes.
But this time? It was different.
Hungrier.
Deeper.
Like something in him had just snapped loose — but he was still holding it back for me.
Zay sat up just enough to pull his shirt off, tossing it to the side. The tattoos stretched over his chest and arms, thick veins in his forearms, that chain still catching the light.
He looked down at me.
Gray eyes heavy.
Jaw tight.
“Tell me to stop at any point. I mean it.”
I nodded.
“I won’t,” I whispered.
His mouth was back on mine.
My hoodie came off, then my tank top underneath, his fingers sliding under my bra strap slowly. He looked in my eyes.
“Can I?”
“Yeah.”
He unclasped it.
It slid down my arms and dropped on the bed, and his eyes — damn, his eyes — roamed over my chest like I was a
