ColtonI place my hand on her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin, the hard bone of her jaw. And I do something out of the box for me -- I kiss her again. It’s not because we are having s*x or because I want to seduce her. It’s because I want her to know I am here, that she is safe, and that we are together.
I kiss her again and again until I feel like I am falling back in. But she pushes me back before we can get in too deep again. She leans against the steering wheel and picks up the slinky black tank top off the floor, throwing it on her. As she gathers her things, she turns back to me and asks, “What about Maddie? What about the club?”
“When you arrived, the Coyotes were retreating. The Mustangs were holding them off. There’s no way they got into that basement.” I don’t sound as s
