Chapter 471 – Salvation in Profanity
The kiss was awkward, yet deeply ferocious. Keisha was not kissing like a woman struck by Cupid's arrow, desiring to savour the touch, the scent, the feeling of being loved.
No. Not at all.
She was kissing like a drowning woman swimming with everything she had to keep her head above water, to stay out of a realm where only self-hatred, rage, and resentment burned everything without distinction.
She held Sky's face between her shaking hands, pressing her face against his, lips against his, as if he were the hand reaching down to pull her out of the storm.
And Sky responded in kind.
His reasons were entirely different from Keisha's. To him, this situation — this tension erupting between them, the kind he had always tried to avoid with Katy — was nothing but release.
