curled my hand into his blood-soaked black tee and yanked him so I could kiss him. Because I didn’t have words, I only had the fire he’d started inside my soul, and the only way I could share it was by sliding it like a present under his tongue. He took it with a moan, eating at me, devouring me. I never wanted it to end, and I whimpered when he pulled away. But still, I didn’t have the words.
