MAYA

The force of his mouth on mine stole the breath from my lungs.

For a second, I could only hold onto him, my fingers twisted into the front of his shirt as everything from the past few weeks crashed together inside me. The anger. The betrayal. The hurt.

And him. Most of all, him.

Silas kissed me like he had finally stopped fighting himself, and I kissed him back just as hard. His hands settled on my waist, pulling me closer until there wasn't any space left between us.

"Maya..." he said quietly against my lips.

I didn't answer. I kissed him again.

His grip tightened. "Maya.” I could...