Alexa

Our lips were still locked together, enveloped by the pouring rain. The cold air seeped into our exposed skin, making me tighten my embrace around his neck. As if desperate, my lips and his searched for each other.

Harlow’s hands wrapped around my waist. But as passion surged even more toward my core, my breath became ragged and uneven. Yet I couldn’t resist what Harlow was feeling, either. I felt his hard bulge pressing against my lower belly.

“This is wrong,” he said between heavy breaths. His breath brushed against my lips while our foreheads met.

“But I love you,” I whispered amid the clash of our breaths.

“There...