“Henry,” I whisper. Hell, it’s not even a whisper. It’s a breath. A plea. He bends down, closing the distance between us, but he doesn’t look at me. No, he’s too busy staring at my ex behind me as his hands find my waist, and he tugs me into him. “Henry, wai––” His mouth is on mine, swallowing my plea. And the kiss? It’s predatory. Dominating. And wreaks of alpha pheromones so potent, my core clenches, and I grasp onto his suit to keep from crumbling.
Haha yes Henry 😍
