I told myself I wouldn't do this.
But as he traced one long finger along my jaw and dipped his head close to mine, I felt the chill in the air dissipate, replaced with nothing but scalding temptation, burning me from the inside, out. His breath was soft and mine was stuck, and I could feel him press into me, deliberate and demanding.
"Say you don't want it," he said throatily, challenging me to stop him. "Say it, and I'll never try again."
In that moment, with fire and lust in his eyes, I knew that I was done for.
T,
Sorry this is only a drabble tease, but there's more coming. I'm just epically slow, but you know this.
Happy birthday, honey! I adore you and hope that you get cake in the shape of Taylor Kitsch. Xoxo
Christina