AFTER THIS

GINGER: The door swings open, and he stands in the doorway, face tight, eyes dark and restless with frustration. He looks like he hasn’t slept. His mouth parts like he’s about to speak, but I don’t let him. I grab his face and kiss him. My heart pounds as his body goes rigid for a beat, but then he melts into me, his arms wrapping around me like he needs to feel me just to breathe. His hands grip my waist, fingers digging in, then slide lower and grab my ass with a squeeze. A moan escapes into his mouth, and I feel him smirk against my lips. He pulls me inside without letting go, spins us so his back faces the door, and kicks it shut with a loud thud. One hand shoots out and locks the door. He is on me again, kissing me like he’s starving. His lips leave mine, and I chuckle, breathless, staring into those beautiful stormy blue eyes. “Ginger, I…” His voice is hoarse. He stops, like the words are too heavy for the both of us. I cup his cheek gently, my thumb brushing along his jaw. “I wa