Shay:
I pressed my fingers to my lips as I walked back inside the bar, my heart still hammering against my ribs. My whole body was humming, my skin alive with the lingering heat of Saint’s touch.
What the hell just happened?
I knew exactly what had happened. He kissed me—no, he claimed me with that kiss. And I let him. More than let him. I wanted it. Needed it. And the way he looked at me before walking away, like he was barely holding himself back...
I exhaled sharply, trying to shake off the weight of his presence. But even as I stepped back into the warmth of the bar, I could still feel his hands on me, the way he lifted me like I weighed nothing, the way my legs instinctively wrapped around him. The way he made me forget every single bad thing in my life with just his lips.
