DEMI
The rain is falling down in steady sheets, tapping against the car roof like the rhythm of a racing heart. Outside, the world is shrouded in midnight shadows, but inside the parked car, it's warm, breathless, and pulsing with tension.
With our lips throbbing from the rough kiss, we each keep our distance. Ashton streaks his left hand over his curls, his jaw tight. The other hand is clenched around the steering wheel as if it is the only thing keeping him grounded.
"You shouldn't have done that if you knew you were just going to change your mind," I mutter thickly, my voice low, breaking.
He let out a quiet, humorless laugh. "Demi, don't say such things if you're not sure you're prepared to go all the way with me." His eyes bear into mine with a sudden tenderness that makes my heart ache. He skims my face with his hand, surprised when I rub my cheeks over it. "Tell me you want this as much as I do because if we give into this heat between us…"
