Matthew Bridger

“I hear Silas say something under his breath as he disappears, but none of it matters. Not with her right here in front of me. My face drops to hers, my mouth crashing into hers as she inhales sharply. Isla relaxes against me, her hands fisting my jacket around my waist as she clings to me. I drain the air from her lungs, my lips moving against hers, our tongues caught in a delicate dance.”
― Cali Melle, Cross Checked Hearts