MEDINA POV
Gods, I hated him.
Hated his stupid face, his stupid calm, the way he just stood there like he hadn’t completely ruined me in less than twenty-four hours, like he wasn’t standing one inch away from my mouth with his scent wrapped all around me and his blood still coating my tongue like the worst kind of temptation.
I hated him.
And I hated his pet names.
I hated myself more though.
And I really, really hated that f*****g bond.
Because this?
This was not funny.
This was a disaster.
A catastrophic, supernatural, irreversible disaster.
And I was about to make it worse.
Just one inch.
That was all it would take.
Just a small shift forward, barely anything, just enough to close that space, just enough to feel his mouth on mine, just enough to finally—finally taste some
