"I love you." Barely a whisper. Broken. True. She confessed even wen Phei did not as for it, gave herself away, fully to him. "I actually fucking love you, and I don't know how to do this. I'm scared. I'm so scared. And I'm so wet it's dripping down my legs and I want you inside me more than I've ever wanted anything, but what if I'm bad at it and worse than all those people I always tested? What if I can't compare to her? What if you—"
Phei crossed the room in three strides and kissed her.
Not gentle. Not careful. Not the tentative first kiss of strangers testing boundaries.
He kissed her like ownership. Like mine. Like every fear she'd just spilled was answered in the crush of his mouth, the sweep of his tongue, the way his hand fisted in her hair and tilted her head back so she had no choice but to open for him.
Maddie made a sound—half sob, half moan—and melted.
