Chapter 12 "Mud, Laughter, And Fire"

• DRAKE
• My hand drifts down and cups Briana’s soft curves, giving a gentle squeeze that pulls a sweet little moan from her lips. The sound nearly drives me wild—I want nothing more than to taste her fully, to feel her mouth against mine, and her body pressed tight to me.
• I lean in deeper, my tongue brushing against hers, savoring that same warm cinnamon-sugar taste I’ve craved since the day we first kissed. I step closer, trying to press her even harder into me, but that one movement throws us both off balance. The next thing I know, we’re tumbling backward into the half-dug patch of soil that’s meant to become Moonveil Pack’s vegetable garden.