spears my tresses with his long fingers and slants his lips over mine. His tongue delves inside my mouth to tangle with mine, and he selfishly steals my breath and the last remnants of my sanity. “So fucking perfect,” he growls, nipping my bottom lip before crawling off me and sitting back in his seat. He picks up the gun, reaches inside the glovebox, and proceeds to put bullets inside the empty chamber while my heartbeat returns to a semblance of normal. I’m ruined.
