Cupping her neck with both hands, I rub my thumb across the bottom of her jaw. “Aren’t you tired, Josephine?” She looks at me questioningly. I lean in, just a hair’s breadth away from her lips. “Aren’t you tired of holding up all those walls? Let go, love. I’ll be here when they fall.”

I press my lips to hers, and she opens for me, letting me in. Her arms go around my waist, pulling me to her as my tongue sweeps in.

Her taste is so ...