Verity's pov

The moment his lips claimed mine again, I knew we had already crossed a line. Caleb pressed me back against the wall, the cool stone meeting my spine while the heat of his body caged me in. His mouth moved against mine in a way that was both rushed and unhurried—a contradiction that made my pulse race. His hands weren’t wild or greedy, but there was a hunger in them, roaming over my sides, my waist, like he was memorizing every inch he touched.

I gasped when his lips left ...