Chapter 25

Maren

I didn’t make it more than three steps into my apartment before collapsing face-first onto the couch. My bag slid to the floor with a thump, and I groaned into the pillow like it might somehow smother the chaos spinning inside me.

Because all I could feel were his lips.

Firm. Hot. Devouring.

The way he kissed me like I was oxygen and he’d been drowning.

And then the way he tore himself away