Chapter 20 Whispers And Consequences

• We keep going, and the questions get sharper, as she and I tether on a line neither of us dares cross; yet. . By the time we’re done, she’s flushed, and her knees are angled toward me. I have one of her legs on my thighs, and I’m fighting the urge to push this further than I should tonight.
• I could kiss her. I could taste the whiskey on her lips and feel that stubborn mouth give in, and it's what I do.
• No longer fighting restraint, I crash my lips to hers, dropping my glass on the table beside hers. Her hands wrap around my shoulders as she pushes me closer to her. We battle for dominance, as my lips and hers clash violently and passionately, like we're both satisfying a craving we've had for the longest time.