She was in my arms, and I let her go. A growl rumbles in my chest, anger crackling through me like bolts of lightning in a storm, as I carry her purse back to where she’s still sprawled out on her back staring up at the moon. Hali could have broken her neck or fucking drowned. Unbelievable. “I’m sorry our date is ruined.” Disgust is thick in my voice. I fall to my ass in the sand and look down at her. Her brows are furled together. “Because of me?” Her bottom lip wobbles for a brief moment and all anger fades away. Now, I want to kiss away whatever is making her sad. “Fuck no. Because of me. I should have held onto you. You could have been killed, woman.” “Come here,” she whispers lowly, almost low enough I can’t hear her. “I need to tell you something.” I stretch out beside her and lean toward her face. She smiles in a wicked way that has my dick hardening as she clutches onto my wet shirt. I’m yanked to her mouth where our lips, once again, fuse together as if they were meant to do so.
