Chapter 83 You Are Ridiculously Cute
- BECK
- Our hands were getting reckless. My jacket slipped from her shoulders. My hand found her back. Her dress was thin. Too thin. God, I could feel every line of her spine, the dip of her waist.
- Then her lips trailed along my jaw, her body pressed to mine, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted her—hands behind her thighs—and carried her to the couch, stumbling a little because my heart was pounding out of control.