Saint

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

It’s the most shocking thing he’s ever said to me.

“Wh-what does that even mean?” I breathe, and his eyes open. I shiver because I can’t help but feel like he’s peeling me down, layer by layer, until he can see into my very soul. “Saint…”

“If you don’t go,” he growls, “then I don’t think I can fucking stay away from you anymore.”

“I don’t understand…”

My words die in my throat when he cups the back of my head and slams his lips down onto mine in a searing, angry kiss.