Because something inside me breaks loose—or maybe it finally breaks free.
I don’t wait.
I don’t think.
I don’t breathe.
I just move.
One second Adrianna is standing beside me, looking stunned and beautiful under the glittering lights, and the next, I’m pulling her into my arms.
She lets out a soft, startled gasp—one I feel vibrate straight through my bones—but I don’t stop.
I can’t.
My hand slides to her waist, warm silk under my palm, and I bend my head, eyes locked on her lips.
The prize.
The promise.
The thing I have been starving for since I was a boy.
I kiss her.
Because how can I resist?
Holy.
Shit.
It’s better—infinitely better—than anything I ever imagined.
Better than memory.
Better than fantasy.
Better than every love song I’ve ever written or tried to write.
Her lips are soft.
Warm.
Perfect.
They give way to me like they remember—like she remembers.
Sugar and vanilla—God, she tastes like sugar and vanilla—but there’s something else, too.
Something that’s just her.
Something that makes my knees threaten to give out.
Her sweetness.
Her fire.
Her truth.
