Timothy’s kissing me. He’s dark and warm and thrilling, and when his tongue presses against my lips, I welcome him inside. It feels as if all I’ve ever wanted is to have him inside me—though I often think I’m part of him instead. I’m the stars, burning and shifting, and Timothy’s my sky, the dark and velvet eternity I live for. If tonight hasn’t already changed me, I know now that it will. Timothy’s steel arms bring my hips against his. He’s a brick wall, hard and unrelenting, and I want every inch of him. Catcalls go up from somewhere. Timothy pulls back, his breath rough, his gaze liquid desire....