Chapter Seventy Three

Ayva’s POV

I’d only ever kissed Justin three times and those times, I realized that not once was I sober. The first two kisses, I’d been so tipsy when it happened and the third, I didn’t even know it was him until we started kissing. But one thing all those kisses had in common was how they made me feel, despite being drunk. I also noticed how he usually tasted like strawberry-flavored Gatorade. And as much as I hated strawberry, I loved it when I tasted it on him.

And now that I was fully sober, I couldn’t help but feel drunk by him. His taste, his scent, his everything, intoxicated me and I couldn’t get enough.

Justin cradled my face in his hands as his lips continued to massage mine as if he couldn’t get enough of me. I could taste the wine we had earlier on him and somehow I thought it tasted better. One hand reached for my waist and he pulled me closer to him, till we were pressed against each other in ways that made certain thoughts swirl in my head.

‘This is wrong. This sho