Page 108 of Misted

We’re both panting when I attempt to slide her down my body.

Mist doesn’t let go.

“Hug.” She tightens her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as if she’s drowning in the ocean and I’m her lifeline. I want to see the expression on her face, but she’s hiding in my neck, her breath warm and soft against my skin.

My wound burns, but I wrap my arms around her back and continue standing against the wall with the woman I loved wrapped around me.

Still love. You never forgot her.

I shut that voice and caress her red strands that smell of lilac and my damnation. “What’s wrong?”

She pulls back, giving me a full view of her face, and my heart stops fucking beating.

She’s smiling, wide, like the younger version of her. Like my hellion.

“I’m happy,” she whispers and crashes her lips against mine.

I’m so fucking done for.