Plunged into what seemed like a moment for an eternity, Jaine felt her heart throb in both anxiety and excitement.
Her feelings mixed, in jovialness, trepidation, and maybe even fear of what was to come next.
Oh how she hoped this moment would not end.
The moment she had been longing for, but too afraid to take, and too afraid to grab.
And now that she was here, she was not willing to let go of it easily.
No, she will welcome it. Embrace it. Like this would be the only time that it would happen.
Her lips devoured his as her ever slender hand that only gripped steering wheels before was now gripping his nape ever so tightly. Afraid that this moment would pass, afraid that he would let go.
As her aggressiveness transferred to Roland, she felt his hand roam around her back. Aggressive yet gentle, his hand slid into her leather jacket, as well as the shirt underneath, touching her bare porcelain-like skin that seemed to illuminate in the Sian's internal darkness.
