Hailee's POV
I pushed at his chest with all my strength, my breath coming fast. My lips still burned from his kiss. I looked into his eyes, and for a moment, my heart almost gave in. I wanted to fall into his arms, to tell him the truth—how much I had missed him. How many nights I cried into my pillow, wishing he was there. Even after all these years, I never stopped loving him. No matter how hard I tried to bury it, the feeling was still there, alive and burning.
And now… after his rough touch, after his kiss, my body was screaming for more. I hated myself for craving him. But I couldn't lie, not to myself. I missed it. I missed him. I pulled in a shaky breath, forcing the words out before my heart could stop me.