INDY
I held myself back.
That was the wrong question to ask. The wrong thing to want and hope for.
“Sorry,” I said quickly, forcing my body to move away from him even though I wanted to stay.
However, before I could put some distance between us, his hand came up, firm but not rough, fingers sliding under my chin. The touch sent a jolt straight through me.
“Rome—” I started.
He didn’t let me finish. He kissed me.
It was hungry, desperate, like he had been holding himself back for far too long. His lips crashed into mine with a force that stole the breath right out of my lungs. My hands flew up automatically, gripping the front of his shirt just to steady myself.
I couldn’t keep up with the intensity.
I felt so many emotions in that kiss.
Confusion. Frustration. Want. Anger.
