Chapter 35 Believe me, Blaine. I’m the Lucky One

 

BLAINE

 

 

That was the longest ride ever. The car smelled sexual tension. Billions of nerves in my body were hyper-aware of it. It was hard to normally breathe when your heart sped up of anticipation and of being turned on at the same time.

I couldn’t count the curses he threw when the traffic light turned red.

We barely got inside his apartment before he slammed his mouth over mine—kissing me savagely, devouring my mouth, pushing...