Page 113 of Volatile Obsessions

“About my height, maybe a tad shorter. Fade. Tanned skin.”

I scoffed a laugh, eyes glued to the dark sky above us. “I’ll never find him—there’s a million of those in Miami. ”

Typical fuck boys.

“We’ll find him,” Rome assured me, that one little word snapping my head toward him with such speed, I nearly gave myself whiplash.

“We?” I hedged.

“I can help.” He shrugged casually. “That is, if you want me to.”

“Enemies don’t usually help one another,” I pointed out.

“They also don’t do this, but fuck it. Come here…”

“Where is here?”

Rome crooked a finger, pointing it almost on himself. “Right here. Come closer.”

And I did, without my usual hesitations.

He said fuck it, right?

Leaning in closer, I broke through his personal space like he wanted, bursting my own now barely withstanding bubble in the process. The heat radiating off him wrapped around me as he lit the pipe and went in for the kill.

I should’ve been expecting it, but God, when his lips pressed flush against mine, they seared me.

His fingers clasped around my chin as he blew the cloud of smoke in my mouth, slowly, teasing my lips in between.

It was some hellish type of heaven.

My eyes fell shut through his gentle assault and I found myself having to stifle down the moan that threatened to break free, my entire body buzzing to life at the simple feel of his skin on mine.

Light-headed, heart thundering, I pulled back, breezily blowing out what remained of his puff, and tried to collect myself.

To move away from him.

But all too quickly, I found him even closer, shattering what little remained of my resolve. His minty breath was hot against my skin as his lips ghosted along my cheek. And then he was kissing again, hand cupping the back of neck to keep me in place. I couldn’t stop him if I wanted to, opening for him as he deepened the kiss.

“I want you, Lux,” he mumbled against my lips, attempting to pull me into his lap. “I want a truce.”

“What?” I eased back on a single breath.

“I want a truce,” he repeated, holding my stare. “I meant it when I said it; I don’t want Miami if you’re not part of the package.”

“Rome, I...” I didn’t know what to say.

A truce changed everything.

If he wasn’t against me then that meant…

“Please. Give me a chance to prove myself to you. Give me a chance to prove to you how badly I need you. How badly I fucking crave you.”

My subconscious was screaming ‘yes,’ all but belting it from the rooftop for him to hear, but the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth.

“You’re killing me,” I somehow managed, barely containing the smile quirking my lips.

“I’m dead already, trust me. If I can have you, though, a motherfucker might just rise from hell,” he quipped.

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