Aria's pov……..

His palm grips the side of my neck, gentle but firm. He pushes his forehead against mine and his skin is burning.

“Fuck. I can’t. . . I can’t handle this, Aria I said I would wait until after the war I told myself I’d wait. But I need you.”

I need him too. I need him to be rough with me, strong with me. I need him to rattle my uneasy soul, and give me something to focus my rage onto. I need to release this storm that’s building inside me before I find the ...