Chapter Seventy-One
Somewhere around Zaire's head, common sense trashed about trying to get ahold of him but he was oblivious to it.
He held Ava firmly against him, his hands having moved from her face to her hair, as he kissed her feverishly, nibbling on the sweetness of her lips.
Ava did the same, melting into him like molten.
Suddenly, it all crashed to a stop and they slowly disengaged, staring deep into each other's eyes. Zaire's head was blank as he swallowed hard. He realized that his hands were buried in her hair, which was disheveled from the passion of their kiss, and he quickly pulled them away.
The disconnection made Ava sag against the wall behind her, her legs unable to hold her up anymore. Zaire had been the one holding her up.
Her eyes were wide and disoriented and he
