*Ada*

Was this really happening?

My breath was coming in pants as Bryson sat up to appease my shaking fingers and rip his shirt off over his head. I sat up with him, fumbling with my own shirt before his steady hands assisted me with that as well.

He paused as he saw me laying there with just a bra on, his eyes even darker than I had seen them before, but I didn't hesitate at all. I wrapped my arms back up and around his neck, pulling him back to me.

The skin on skin ...