Intoxicated Surrender

CADE

Hazel's mouth crashes into mine. It's messy, desperate, and far too sweet for the situation we're in. Her tongue slides against mine like she's starving for me, and for one tense second, I let her. My hands grip her waist, pulling her closer even as my head screams at me to stop.

"Sparrow..." I rasp against her lips, trying to pull back. "We can't."

But she's already too far gone. The