Kestrel's POV
I know I can't resist him, this man who flipped my boring life upside down and made me feel things I never thought possible. The moment his lips touch mine again, tears stream down my face because I know I'm a goner. How on earth am I supposed to leave this man for my sister? How am I supposed to walk away from the only person who ever made me feel like I mattered?
His hands are everywhere, sliding up my sides, cupping my breasts through my thin cotton shirt, and I arch into his touch like I'm starving for it. Because I am. I'm starving for him, for this connection, for the way he makes me forget everything except the feeling of his body against mine.
"Where's your room?" he growls against my lips, his voice rough with need.
I shakily raise my hand, pointing down the hall
