Chapter 315
Daphne
Technically, I came here to comfort her.
I don't know why I started kissing her, but now I can't stop.
Her lips are soft and warm and hers, and every part of me that's been holding back for weeks is screaming for more.
My hands slide into her hair, tilting her head back, deepening the kiss. She makes a sound against my mouth in half gasp, half moan and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.
Yeah, I think I came here to do something, but I can't remember it now.
Something about comfort? About talking? About—
Her fingers curl into my shirt, and every thought evaporates.
I break the kiss just long enough to scoop her up,she gasps, arms wrapping around my neck and I carry her the few steps to the bed.
I kneel on the edge, kissing her deeply, drinking her in. Then I pull back, looking around at the generic hotel room,the beige walls, the cheap art, the thin curtains.
"Are you sure you want to do this here?" I ask.
She looks at me.
