POV: Allie

Raymond and I made out in our bedroom. I couldn't get enough of him, I wanted more. I think I'm ready to move on with him. I just don't know how to say it. He stood by the bed, his tall, muscular frame commanding yet tender as he pulled me close.

His hands, strong and calloused, rested on my waist, drawing me against him with a hunger that mirrored my own. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, a warmth that seemed to seep into my very core, igniting a fire that had been smoldering for weeks.

I tilted my head back, my eyes locking with...