Chapter Forty Three

Apples. That was what he tasted like. While apples weren't a fruit I disliked, I didn't particularly like them either. But now, I think it might just be my favorite fruit.

His lips on mine felt so soft yet so strong, molding

themselves to the shape of mine. It felt as if they were meant to be there like they belonged on each other... As if on their own intention, my mouth opened to bite down on his bottom lip, drawing it, sucking it to bring him closer to me. My hands grabbed his suit jacket, fisting it, I yanked him closer to him, taking out my anger and frustration and...something else, something I couldn't define.

Suddenly he pulled away from me, leaving me breathless. I was still holding on to him and his arms were still around me. I pried my eyes open, staring at his chiseled face. His eyes were the darkest shade I'd ever seen them. His pupils were dilated to the widest span possible, making him look much more dangerous and I couldn't help but stare into their utmost darkest dep