“I missed you,” I whisper, still clinging to him. His hands tighten around me. “I couldn’t wait to see you.”
"Me too," He pulls back to look at me, his grey eyes bright. Then he leans in again, crashing his lips against mine with a need that makes my pulse spike.
His fingers slide under my jaw, tilting my head up as he deepens the kiss and the taste of him floods me. A soft sigh escapes me because one week without this, without him, has been torture. Now, here, I realize just how much I need him. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
“This is exactly why I’m against this living arrangement,” Mum’s voice cuts in, far too close for someone who’s supposed to be by the car and I stiffen.
Slowly, I pull back, opening my eyes and angling myself slightly.
She’s standing at the
