HOPE
I've had enough of words. And enough of his apology so I close the space between us and press my lips to his.
Jeremy stalls with shock, and I squeeze his hand where it's still damp and hot on my chest, my tongue a demand against his fucking lips.
He kisses me back, but it feels more like he's trying to keep me away even though he doesn't want to but I drag his hand across my skin.
A conflicted groan escapes Jeremy's control. His hand presses harder to my flesh. But the kiss is still not the same as it was a few seconds ago.
It's more flattering to know he's ignoring his arousal than that it's there in the first place.
He breaks the kiss again, his brows furrowed. I sigh and shift forward. Jeremy is sitting up so I can rest my cheek on his shoulder.
"I don't think you can help it," I answer, avoiding the obvious meaning.
