Lila's POV

If this is hell...

Why does it feel so damn good to burn?

I'm not thinking anymore. Just feeling. Just wanting. His breath against my skin, his hands on my thighs, his presence alone makes me feel things I'm supposed to feel. I'm supposed to hate him. Fucking hate him for what he did to me. But why the fuck was I feeling this way?

My fingers twitch at my sides, aching to touch him. To pull him closer. To dare him.

His fingers tug the towel just a little, 'just enough to remind me how little space exists between us, how little fabric is keeping me from...