He nodded, trying to push me away. “They’re looking at you.” “I don’t fucking care.” I caught his face between my hands and kissed him, right there in front of Misha and the others. There might have been gasps and curses and murmuring coming from behind me, but all I cared about was Roan’s soft moan against my lips. Dying with the memory of his lips on mine was all the comfort I needed.
🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋
