Chapter Fifteen-Blazes

Amara's POV

Have you ever wanted something so badly that you couldn't comprehend going another second without it? Because with our proximity closed this tightly and his body almost trembling with anticipation, I couldn't see anything beyond making that closure.

I wouldn't admit to anyone but myself just how desperately I wanted this. More than my next breath as a curiosity always remained of how he would taste, even when we were in that trying time of adolescence. Now, it was burning with an unstoppable rage that any reason to pull away was recycled into a reason to press forward.

One of his hands managed to drop from my arms and to my waist, fitting into the curve, as the other lifted to my cheek. A soft thumb broke the trace of our mouths as he was careful over my wound. What once stung by the cruel air to broken skin was now aching in an absence of his mouth to mine-an absence that should have been impossible since contact was only in a whisper close.