Elisa D´Angelo
His lips crashed into mine, and I liked it. His strength, the power of his kiss. The way his lips danced over mine made my body feel alive. My entire being vibrated with the possibilities. It was too soon, and this was Wyatt, the ruthless man who could crush my heart and rip it into little pieces.
He forced himself to stop, while my chest was panting with the intensity of the moment. "Wyatt..." I mumbled his name, and he closed his eyes. "I am sorry, I overstepped," he said, turning around and giving me his back.
While he kissed me, I could feel him —the real him, not the man trying to pretend he was strong or ruthless, but the man who was unseen, the man who wanted to be loved.
I understood that I was not welcome anymore, and reluctantly, I made my way to the door,
