“I knew the moment I tasted your lips I’d become a fiend for them. And now you’ve fucked up,” he keeps growling, jacking up my heartbeats. “Because you’re mine now, Blue. Mine. And you’ve got no idea what I’m gonna do to you.” His words are a dose of electricity. A shot of vodka. And maybe even a hit of cocaine. Everything in my body buzzes and vibrates and clenches. Even my soul. “I’ve wanted to kiss you too,” I admit. “Maybe just as long as you have.”
