~Abigail's POV~
I've officially lost it. Yeah, I'm out of my mind. Or maybe I'm just dangerously touch-starved, because Darius is kissing me like a man who's been holding his breath for years and it's setting every nerve in my body on fire.
My hands shake as I fumble with the buttons on his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders until smooth, golden skin and inked muscles catch the light.
"Breathe, baby," he murmurs, pulling back just enough for us to catch a bit of air.
"Shut it," I rasp, breathless, still trying to steady my breathing.
"Okay," He grips my chin and drags me back into a rough, desperate kiss and I return it with a hunger I didn't even know I had.
My fingers trail up his arms, tracing the heat beneath his skin while goosebumps race down mine.
All I can think is that I want him to make me forget. I want him to fuck out every worry, every ounce of anxiety about seeing my father.
I just can't....
