#Chapter 70 Good to be home

Patara The door shut us in together and silenced the room entirely. Their conversations and laughter faded down the walkway and soon all I could hear was Dylan and his light breathing. My blood was spiked to the ceiling as my mind replied the night in my old bedroom. The moments when he covered my mouth to keep me from screaming as he moved inside me—just the thought still made me shiver. When I turned to look at him, he was already out of his seat and his hands were on me. He lifted me slightly so I could reach his lips. He kissed me hurriedly, as if there was no time to waste. His tongue found my own in less than a breath and reminded me who I belonged to. I gripped onto his shoulders and kissed him back. Our lips colliding sent a new wave of shivers through me. It was a shock of adrenaline that lifted me high up off the ground without ever needing to feel his hands. I didn’t realize how much I had been missing before I met him. “Not here.” I gasped against his mouth wh