Touching Oblivion (Tasting Madness, #2)

by Albany Walker

“She’s still mad,” Memphis murmurs. “I don’t think she’s mad at all. I think she’s hurt. She wouldn’t even look at me.” “Shit. I think that’s worse,” he admits. I think he’s right.

“But nothing, Waylynn. I’m trying to let you get comfortable so I know I’m not forcing you to do something you don’t want, but I need you to understand. You’re already ours, whether you get that or not.”

“I know that I have never felt for anyone the way I do about you. I know you give me something I didn’t even know I was missing, and I know I want to possess every inch of you. The other shit will come,” Memphis says with complete confidence.

“Good fucking girl,” Memphis rumbles before crashing his mouth down onto mine.