I want him to kiss me, and I don’t care if I said no earlier. I’m aching for that bind to him, that much-needed affection within my grasp, and I take it.

Screw logic, fear and plans. Thinking is overrated, anyway. I like getting lost in his kiss and the mental silence it gives me whenever he does.

Alexi tilts his head as my lips meet a tad aggressively and cups my jaw with his hand to pull me snugly and comfortably as he ducks lower. Not that I’m surprised or complaining. ...