Chapter 67 Me Breathless
- Leah
- His mouth was gentle, hesitant, his fingers tracing instead of gripping, careful instead of demanding.
- It frustrated me because all I could think of was a different pair of hands that were rough and possessive. A man who used to kiss me like he wanted to suck the damn air right out of my lungs, devour me, pull me into him until I was a part of him.