Insatiable (The Edge of Darkness, #1)

by Leigh Rivers

And then… butterflies. I have fucking butterflies while kissing someone. What the fuck is wrong with me?

There’s only one fucking room available.

“Breathe, Freckles,” he whispers. “You’re safe with me.”

Wait. How does one claim a person?

“Be patient with me,” is all I say before I capture her lips with mine.

“I’m not asking, Freckles. You’re going on a date with me.”

“You still taste like mine, Freckles.”