“I am furious with you.” His words are harsh, but he pairs them with a soft kiss to my temple. When he draws back, he meets my eyes. “And I want you.” The hand on my face glides down to trace along my collarbone, drawing a shiver. “I hate that you have no faith in me.” Kiss on my shoulder. “And I want you. I hate that I can’t trust you.” Kiss on the corner of my mouth. “And I want you.” Again, he pulls back to stare at me. “I’m going to get mad sometimes. Knowing you, I’m going to get mad a lot—that doesn’t change how I feel about you.”
Book:Drown Me with Dreams