Chapter 20 Flames In The Chaos

• Rachel POV
• Brad’s lips were pressed against mine, his hot breath mingling with my own in a clumsy rhythm. But everything felt wrong—empty, lifeless, like I was trying to force myself into something that wasn’t there.
• His kiss had no flavor, no fire, nothing but a lukewarm dampness that churned my stomach more than it stirred anything else. It was like sipping water when I craved whiskey. My muscles were locked tight, my mind miles away. Because no matter how hard I tried to feel something, the only thing filling my head was him.