Chapter 32 Interruption

• His mouth is already on mine when the phone slips from my hand and disappears into the carpet.
• I do not care.
• The kiss deepens with a kind of reckless hunger that makes everything else fall away for one dizzy, dangerous stretch of seconds. His hand tightens at my jaw, thumb warm beneath it, while the other slides around my waist and pulls me flush against him. His skin smells like cedar and cold night air and the faint metallic trace of dried blood he never properly cleaned off. I taste all of it when I kiss him back.