Chloe’s POV
My legs shook as I walked through the familiar hallway, the muted lights casting long shadows on the carpet. My heart thudded in my throat with every step closer to the door. When I knocked softly, the door swung open almost instantly.
Drake stood there, his broad chest rising and falling, his eyes burning into me with a heat that melted every ounce of resistance I thought I had left.
Neither of us spoke.
He grabbed me by the waist and yanked me inside, slamming the door shut behind us. His lips crashed onto mine, hard and desperate, like a man starved.
I moaned into his mouth, my hands clawing at his shirt, pulling, needing him closer. He ripped it off with one sharp tug, muscles flexing as he pinned me against the wall. His mouth devoured mine, his tongue deep and demand
