Max could feel the softness of her lips brush against his own and for one moment, she was the only person who existed, who even fucking mattered. She’d not only bore into his skin but she’d become a part of him without even realizing it. The fucked up part about this whole situation was he didn’t love her—he couldn’t because he didn’t know her well enough—but he would if he didn’t stop himself from falling . . . now.
“And this person who would be willing to risk everything to save a piece of shit like me if one ever walked the earth . . .” His vocabulary failed him as her lips pressed softly against his before pulling away.
“She would be me.” Before he could stop her, their lips pressed together in a hungry, enticing kiss that blurred the edges and scorched everything in its path into a blazing inferno, them included.
Max surrendered, not because he wanted to but because he couldn’t stop himself from not wanting to possess this beautiful creature that’d started a fire neither one of them would ever be able to extinguish.
Not without destroying themselves in the process.