“Why did you follow me?”
Agatha had eroded Rio’s dignity down to the primal ache that cooked underneath it all. She kissed Rio’s neck and inhaled her skin, fiddling with her emotions, her desire, and her sanity.
“You know why,” Rio whispered. Her cheeks flushed with a hotness that traveled down to her chest.
“Don’t chicken out now,” Agatha goaded. “Unless I’m reading this the wrong way; I wouldn’t want—”
She pulled back, her arm above Rio’s head.
“—to assume anything.”
“Is this you forgiving me?” Rio asked.
Agatha took Rio by the jaw and turned her face to the side abruptly. “Don’t. That’s not what this is.”
“Tell me why you were following me,” she pressed again.
“I followed you because…” Rio wrested her neck to face Agatha, exposing her inner thoughts. “...I want you. Is that what you want to hear? It’s the truth. I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Tonight, when I saw you, all I could think about was what it would be like to kiss you again.”
Agatha’s blue eyes glinted, and her lips curled into the subtlest smirk. She knew she’d won. She took Rio’s chin between her thumb and index finger, fixated on her lips.
from chapter 21 of my love, mine, all mine