Chapter 25... Vermont's POV
"I can’t, Vermont… Don’t you think it’s… jumping the bridges? Going from hating each other to… f*****g?" she asked, pushing me back just enough to see my face. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes bright, and it made my c**k twitch.
I closed my eyes briefly, forcing myself to ignore the craving that flared through me. She wasn’t mine yet, and I wasn't going to push her to do anything.
"You're right," I said, voice low, keeping my eyes closed. "We shouldn’t jump the bridges." We should burn them all, I thought.
Her hand lingered near my chest, brushing against me as she tilted her head.
"What do I need to do… to get you on top of me, my little peach?" I finally opened my eyes, hooded and dark, locking onto hers.
"Little peach?" she giggled, soft and high-pitched.
