Then, finally, he murmurs against my lips, “I would never say you deserve to be alone. Because you don’t. And I never want to hear you say that again.” I groan into his mouth, rising taller on my toes, gripping strands of his hair in my fists as I press my lips closer, harder. “Do you hear me?” Another muffled kiss. “Never.” He crowds me closer to the wall, pushing his hips against mine, gripping my waist. He kisses against my lips so hard that they might bruise.
