Tia Williams

Oh, he realized. I’m a person who’ll do anything for this girl.

It was a hazy, blissful thing, holding her so close in this innocent way.

He slept harder than he had in his life

Annabelle’s haters thought she was a mean coke whore with fake cheekbones—and yes, she did have fake cheekbones, but she also had a very real heart.

Her dad was vacation, though. Eva was home.

“Why is it still so easy to talk to you?”

Shane gazed at her until the glint in his eye faded a bit. “Always was. It’s just who we are.”

Unthinking, Eva slipped her hand into his. Shane squeezed it and then brought her hand to his mouth, pressing a lingering kiss into her palm. She gasped, electricity tearing through her. It was the slightest touch, but she felt it everywhere.

“Come here,” he said.

“For you.” Her hips stuttered against his, desperate for friction. “Wanted you.”

“You got me,”

“Do you ever think of me?”

Lightly, he ran his tongue along her neck, up to her ear, nibbling on her lobe. “I never learned how to stop.”

He crashed his mouth into hers, drawing her into a luscious, searing kiss. The delicious shock of it was enough to make Eva freeze, but then she melted into him, lost in the heat of his mouth, the slide of his tongue, the teasing nip of his teeth, until she was unable to form a coherent thought beyond yes and want and ShaneShaneShane. He kept at it, kissing her senseless. It went backward in intensity, slowing down to a soft, searing smolder—almost too hot to take.