My heart is hammering in my chest, and it’s not fear. It’s locked-up desire that is being lured out of its cage. That appetite for hearts swells in me because his is a flavor I’ve never tasted before. One that is ripe, hot, and every bit of forbidden. 96, 97, 98, 99… I’m going too fast. Too fucking fast. The yellow lines on the road are a blur, and I can’t decide what I hate more. Jude or the fact every hatred-covered molecule in my body wants to fuck him.
