Adaline
I step back.
I slap Atticus so hard across the face.
“What the fùck do you think you're doing?”
He doesn't respond. He just stares at me in silence. The tension swallowing up all the air between us. My lips still hot as hell from the kiss.
I can't help it. I can't stop myself.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me. I knock my lips on his lips. Hungrily. Desperately. Violently.
I don't know what the fùck I'm doing or why the fùck I'm doing it. I just know that I have to do it or I'll fùcking die of hunger and thirst. I just know that I need it. I just know that I need him.
And I need his lips. The lips that kiss me back with as much passion and as much intensity and as much hunger and as much thirst as mine.
And I need his hands. The hands that lift me an
