Interrupted Surrender

I reached for him, trying to pull him on top of me.

But he stopped himself. He braced his hands on either side of my head, keeping his weight off me, his face just inches from mine. His voice was raw when he whispered,

“Serafina, I—”

But I wasn’t listening.

I didn’t want to hear whatever excuse he was about to give. I didn’t care.

So I pulled him harder toward me and kissed him, desperate, trying