Chapter 64

"You're mine, Rochelle," he whispered, leaning forward and brushing his lips against mine. The air around us was filled with the sparks that ignited between us. It was so dense that I'm surprised neither of us had suffocated yet. I craved his touch. I craved his lips against my own. I craved him more than he'll ever know.

I noticed his arms tense, and I knew it was coming. The moment I had been waiting for a really long time. Just when he was about to lean down and finally kiss me, we were interrupted by a soft tapping noise against the passenger window. He let out a loud growl which thundered inside the vehicle before his eyes snapped at the figure who was intruding our little moment. In all honesty, I was glad that person did, whomever it was. I don't know if I could've taken any more of this. I wanted Marcus so badly but I was still scared at the way he would react if we kissed. I've never kissed anyone before, so I had no clue how the whole make-out sessions worked.