Allison's POV

My body waged a war inside of me. While I wanted to push him away, to continue hating him for all he had done, my body begged for him, ached, and hungered for him.

Just like he’d been starved of me, I had been starved of him too, and now, I could no longer bury the hunger as I’d been doing before. The sincerity and genuineness of his touch now and his continuous and sincere pleas all bear out that hunger in me.

Before I knew I was even moving, my fingers had slipped into ...