You're So Beautiful

Gabe didn't seem to mind the blood. His tongue dove into my mouth and circled mine.

My hands wandered along his back, down to the waist of his jeans and along his butt.

His breathing came faster as we moved, desperate to be even closer to each other.

Our lips parted, and we looked at each other.

"I want you," he said.

"I want you too." So badly I ached.

He helped me sit up, lifting my shirt over my head before tossing it onto the floor.

Then he scooted me back under him, skin touching skin.

"Snow," he whispered, his voice gruff, kissing my neck, along my collarbones and shoulders. "You're so beautiful."

In response, I wrapped my legs around his hips.

Did I really want to keep going? My body sure did, but not too many minutes ago, he'd called us enemies.

He'd said it was his duty to kill me.

But he'd also told me he loved me.

Funny how life worked.

You fought.

You made up.

I decided to go with it and went to bite his shoulder.