Last night was... incredible.
'Thank you, dear meddling photographers. Thank you, messed-up life! Imagine—Allyn, actually getting jealous over me, storming out nearly twenty miles from Hall Holdings' headquarters to Edmyre, cheeks blazing, standing right there in front of me, seething with questions. How could I let him leave?'
I pressed my lips against his—he didn't respond, just like always, but he didn't pull away either. I traced his lips with mine, coaxing his tongue to join mine.
Grabbing his shirt, I kept us locked in that kiss as I steered us toward the villa.
My hands moved down, undoing his shirt buttons, reaching his belt, and as I brushed over it, his body went tense.
Dim light from outside cast shadows across his face—no hint of rejection, so I unbuckled the belt.
My mou
