ZURI

I was probably going to pass out soon. His face was so close that I could see the faint shadows cast by his lashes.

Every breath he released ghosted across my lips, stealing the air from my lungs. He was hungry, maybe more than I was. His eyes had gotten so dark and dangerous that I could almost read his thoughts through them.

“ZURI.” I couldn’t decipher if it was a chant or a warning. “I want to kiss you so bad, Zuri.”

“And I just begged for it,” I whispered to his ...