Chapter 91 A Minute

• Ginger:
• Hu’s lips on mine taste like everything I had imagined since we separated. His hands on my body soothe the pain in my heart, and I want to be buried in him all day, but the more we kiss and the more he tries to soothe my sexual needs, the worse it gets for me. I want him, I do, but I cannot help but feel selfish for wanting this after meeting him for the first time in a while. It reminds me of the last time—everything is all too familiar.
• “Hu,” I gasp, pulling away with a forced breath. He glares into my eyes, and I let out a sigh.