All of the feelings they had together were warped into one giant muddle. There had always been a fine line between love and hate between them and even now the line had become blurred. His hands slipped down to her hips, lifting her as he back her up against her desk. His hands holding her captive as their lips clashed once more. “Not going anywhere, sweetheart.”
She was done talking, and trying to understand why he’d done what he did. He was there now, and he was trying, and they’d done more than enough talking. Letting out a little gasp against his lips when he lifted her up, she shoved everything aside instinctively, barely noticing when everything crashed to the floor, her arms tightening around him as she reached down to tug off his shirt, tossing it aside.
















