“I’m not even pissed at you now, never mind in the morning. Look, you want to know if I’ve ever regretted tasting something so good that I can’t stop thinking about it? Something that I’m addicted to even though I know it’s bad for me?” My knees tremble, and it feels like all the air is being sucked from the room. I manage to breathe out a single word. “Yes.” He dips his head until his mouth is dangerously close to my ear. “I have, Amelia.” His warm breath dances over my skin, making me shiver even as my temperature skyrockets at having him so close. “You.”
