TESSA POV
I didn’t know how much time had passed or how many times he’d dragged me over the edge.
But I knew one thing for sure — my brilliant plan of two hours, tops, in Wisteria Pack had gone straight out the damn window. The sun was already dipping below the horizon, smearing gold and crimson across the treetops, and if we wanted any chance of being home before midnight, it was now or never.
Gunter lay beside me, his arm draped lazily over my waist, tracing slow, lazy circles on my bare skin. His smile was stupid, soft — almost boyish, which looked utterly devastating on that handsome, manly face of his. But it made my heart ache anyway.
Probably he was staring at my hair, tangled and wild from hours of his hands in it. Or maybe he was admiring the twenty or so marks he’d dotted acr
