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to overpower him and I have no idea why he’s able to touch
me. I have no idea why I was able to crash through concrete
yesterday. I have no idea where that energy came from.
Today he’s got every advantage and it’s not time to give
myself away.
Not yet.
I place my hands on his chest. He presses me into the
curve of his body. Tilts my chin up to meet his eyes. “I’ll be
good to you,” he whispers. “I’ll be so good to you, Juliette. I
promise.”
I hope I’m not visibly shaking.
And he kisses me. Hungrily. Desperately. Eager to break
me open and taste me. I’m so stunned, so horrified, so
cocooned in insanity I forget myself. I stand there frozen,
disgusted. My hands slip from his chest. All I can think about
is Adam and blood and Adam and the sound of gunshots
and Adam lying in a pool of blood and I nearly shove him off
of me. But Warner will not be discouraged.
He breaks the kiss. Whispers something in my ear that
sounds like nonsense. Cups my face in his hands and this
time I remember to pretend. I pull him closer, grab a fistful
of his jacket and kiss him as hard as I can, my fingers
already attempting to release the first of his buttons. Warner
grips my hips and allows his hands to conquer my body. He
tastes like peppermint, smells like gardenias. His arms are
strong around me, his lips soft, almost sweet against my
skin. There’s an electric charge between us I hadn’t
anticipated.
My head is spinning.
His lips are on my neck, tasting me, devouring me, and I
force myself to think straight. I force myself to understand
the perversion of this situation. I don’t know how to
reconcile the confusion in my mind, my hesitant repulsion,
my inexplicable chemical reaction to his lips. I need to get
this over with. Now.
I reach for his buttons.