Naeva Quinn

My mind scolded me against it, yet my body whispered yes.

I should have pulled back, but I couldn’t. His lips burned on mine. My chest rose and fell in jagged breaths, each one swallowed by the heat building between us.

Instead, I lean even deeper and closer.

Like it was right.

Or was it?

His hand grasped me hard, yanking me against him until there was no space. I gasped into his mouth, dizzy from how fast everything was moving.

The wall behind me, his chest is at my front. ...