“You don’t know what the fuck you’re asking for, Dahlia.” “I don’t care.” “You’ll regret this.” “I won’t.” “If this happens, you can never back off.” “That’s okay.” I stroke his face, mirroring his ruthlessness with my gentle touch. “Kiss m—” The last word isn’t even out of my mouth before he slams his lips to mine, kissing me with so much fervor, my head spins.
