Riley POVHe held me there, one hand fisted in my hair, the other bruising my hip, his forehead pressed to mine while we breathed the same frantic air. The room is dark except for the small amount of light coming from the moon, and it feels like the whole house is holding its breath with us. My entire body is shaking. I can’t stop.His nose brushes mine, a whisper of contact that makes my knees buckle. I grip his T-shirt just to stay upright.“Tell me to leave,” he says again, his voice sounds raw, almost pleading. “Tell me, Riley, and I swear I’ll go.”I swallow. My throat closes up. I forced the words out of my mouth. “I can’t,” I whisper.The sound that leaves him is half groan, half curse. Then his mouth is on mine. The kiss is fierce, passionate, not soft or gentle. This isn’t the seven-second dare kiss we shared from a year ago. This kiss is a year of pretending, of his hand under my skirt and his silence at the breakfast table, of every single second we’ve spent hating how
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