Chapter 37

Every kiss with Galam was amazing. Every kiss felt ten times better than the last. He showed passion, hunger, want, longing, love, and many more emotions with every brush of his lips.

I felt him shiver as I ran my hands down his muscular abdomen. His warm hands roamed up my shirt. He was taking his damn time. He was teasing me. Groaning, I pulled my shirt off my body and threw it on the floor.

Galam looked at me with swollen lips. His blue eyes had darkened with lust and love. He stared into my eyes. "God, I’m the luckiest man in the world," he groaned.

I laughed.

"Gosh, I love that laugh," He muttered, nuzzling my neck before crashing his lips onto mine once again. He pulled away once more. "Juli, if I’m pushing you, tell me. I don’t want to risk losing you again."

My heart shattered into a million pieces. He thought he lost me the first time, but that was entirely my fault. I let him believe that he lost me. It wasn’t his fault.