Rayne
I exhaled sharply, my body thrumming with frustration, guilt, relief—all tangled together. “I just want us back,” I admitted. “I want you, Reed. Only you.”
I looked into his eyes, searching for something—anything that would anchor me.
Reed’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile that sent a shiver down my spine. “Oh, Rayne…” He reached up, his fingers brushing my jaw. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. I would never let you go. Not even if it kills me.”
And then he pulled me down.
Our lips met in a crash of heat and desperation.
I groaned into the kiss, cupping his face as he tangled his fingers in my hair. The taste of whiskey lingered on his tongue, intoxicating, but all I cared about was the way he melted against me. The way he fit perfectly in my arms, like he
