" I told myself I wasn’t going to make this a habit. That I couldn’t let you kiss me again.” Her hand snaked up my stomach, her palm rising to where my heart was beating out of my chest. “But what if we did?”
A pained grown escaped my throat. “I want you. I fucking crave you, Aria.”
She flipped open a button on my shirt. “Then you’d better kiss me again. "

― Devney Perry , Forsaken Trail (Runaway, #4)