Warning: Mature Content Ahead!
Pretty Boy's mouth crashes back onto mine and this time it's messier. It's Desperate. Like we're trying to breathe through each other. Like this is the only thing that makes sense in a world gone to hell.
My fingers find their way under his shirt, over hot skin and bandages. He hisses at the contact, and I pull back slightly.
"You good?" I ask.
He nods but his eyes are now wild. "Yeah. Just—bruises."
"Want me to stop?"
"Absolutely not."
And then we're kissing again, deeper and slower this time. His hands slide under my legs and in one smooth motion, he lifts me. I wrap around him instantly with our mouths still locked, and he carries me like I weigh nothing.
The bedroom is a few steps away. The door creaks as he kicks it open and I swear we both hold our breath, waiting.
Still, there's no movement from the couch where the girls are concerned.
