Chapter one hundred and forty- three

Emily’s POV

Never had my chest felt so constricted, not when he was standing so close to me and looking at me with those warm green eyes that reminded me of the grass on rainy days, with his perfect hair that always felt like silk falling gorgeously around the well-sculptured face and his smell...

He smelled like pines and something that made you nostalgic, something that made you want to hold him tightly in your arms. The shirt he wore did nothing to hide the perfect biceps that graced him. Fighting the urge of running my hands through those curves was like fighting the devil himself.

I wanted to touch him, I needed to. A sense of boldness compelled me to move further and I felt an intense heat that made me shudder. I was high and I had barely tasted what he had to offer. His mere presence intoxicated me and made excited flames spark within me. I felt my shirt being pulled up slightly, before feeling his hands moving to touch my bare skin, I sighed in satisfaction, almost arching