LILA

I didn't let him finish.

Screw him and his talk about ruining me. Screw the wrench. The knife. The twisted fantasies. Screw the idea that I didn't deserve him.

I couldn't sit there and let him whisper words of retreat, like we hadn't already crossed a line we could never uncross.

My body moved before my brain caught up. I shoved myself into him, my hands clinging to his back like he was the only thing keeping me grounded. I rose onto my toes, dragging him down to me.

My lips crashed against his, fierce, demanding, angry. I poured all my confusion, my ache, my rage into that kiss....