Chapter 25

Alistair

What am I doing? I have no right to kiss Clara like this. No right to be enjoying it when I have nothing to give her. Yet I can’t stop tasting her. My self-control is nowhere to be found, and this time, kissing her is different. This is more passionate and not only about sex. This time, I’m making love, something that might be foolish but can’t be helped.

I’m a goner when it comes to this