Chapter 37: A Moment's Notice (R18)
Her thumb grazed the edge of his jaw. "I don't care."
She pushed up on her toes. The kiss was clumsy, driven by exhaustion and the lingering adrenaline of surviving the street. Her mouth pressed hard against his. The taste of acid rain and soot mixed with the faint, sharp sting of copper. Caleb gripped her wrist, his thumb pressing deep into her pulse point. His bruised right arm hung dead at his side, a useless anchor, but his left hand slid up the front of her damp academy jacket, pressing against the rigid collar.
The kiss had the strict intensity she used on the firing line. It lacked rhythm. It lacked grace. Their teeth clashed. She adjusted her angle aggressively, forcing a better fit. Her free hand grabbed the lapel of his ruined undershirt, twisting the fabric into a tight knot to pull his weight down toward her.
Caleb tightened his grip on her wrist. He broke the contact.
