As soon as the door shut, Ray lunged forward. My chest smacked into his own as his large arms wrapped around me. His scent swirled in my head. Musky, yet earthy with just a hint of something spicy.

His lips slammed against my own, his large hands traveling to cup my face. The sweetness of his touch overwhelmed me, searing my skin.

"Ethel—" My name sounded like music coming from his lips, his thick accent lingering on each vowel. "We need to speak—"

Speaking was the last thing I wanted to do. I had done nothing but speak since Ray left. All I wanted to do was become lost in...