Chapter 20 Raelynn

• It was a Sunday evening and the evening breez was choked with the scent of rain. Raelynn’s hands on the keys were fumbling in the lock, but Brad’s mouth on hers made it impossible to concentrate. Their kiss was a desperate, hungry thing, a week’s worth of frustration and longing pouring out in a single, fiery embrace. They stumbled inside his apartment, the door swinging shut behind them, their bodies pressed together as they fought to shed their clothes. The world outside, and all the reasons they shouldn't be doing this, had ceased to exist.
• "Brad," Raelynn breathed, her hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. "Stop."
• But the word was a lie, a whisper of protest that her body was already betraying. She wanted him, and she knew he wanted her. The air was charged with a tension that was about to break.