Chapter Twenty
One moment resting on Zane’s chest turned into one dance. One dance turned into two. When the music stopped hours later, we were still in motion, but now we were moving onto the street. And then up an elevator. Down a hall. And through a door.
I was just going to go in and talk to him. To give him a piece of my mind about his silence for the last two months. But when I closed the door behind us and opened my mouth to confront him, somehow my tongue got tied up. In his mouth.
I meant to pull away. To start again, correctly this time. By using my words. But my stomach grumbled, and I remembered how hungry I was. How hungry I’d been for weeks.
As I pulled his lower lip into my mouth, I began feeling a sense of fullness. The thirst that had parched my throat was quenched. Th
