Chapter 89

[Addison]

"Addison," my name is a prayer on his tongue as he closes the distance between us, our bodies molding to one another as his lips brush mine gently.

His hands are warm, like fire as he squeezes my waist, kissing me with gentle passion. This feels different than the times before, more urgent and demanding, our bodies seeking the pleasure we've both been denied, our minds and uncertain hearts getting in the way.

Tonight, we both know what we want, and it isn't to be apart.

Maybe it's the alcohol making me bold, but I stop fighting, stop trying to get away. "Hunter," I kiss him back deeply, my arms wrapping around his neck. He brings me up to him, lifting me at the waist and our kiss deepens, our soft moans lost to the thumping music and flashing lights.

And in this moment I know something with a flash of certainty down to my bones.

I want him.

As we love one another wrapped in the crush of sensations as bodies dance around us, it all becomes too much: Too loud, too hot, to