Chapter 67 Flames Of Reconciliation

• Rachel POV
• Jeremy’s kiss was like a flame, slow at first, but growing, consuming everything—the anger, the jealousy, the doubts that had eaten at me hours earlier. His lips moved against mine with an urgency that spoke louder than words, as if he wanted to erase every dark thought that had crossed my mind that night. I kissed him back, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under the thin t-shirt, the rapid beat of his heart echoing mine.
• “My protector,” he murmured against my mouth, his voice husky, laced with a smile I could feel even without seeing. “I adore you.”