Chapter 87: Who Got the Short End?

Briella didn't say a word. When she saw me finish my water, she came over and took my glass, set it on the nightstand, then threw herself at me. No preamble, no small talk-just her teeth grazing my lips as she kissed me hard. I'd barely had a quarter of a glass. I was still parched. Her mouth felt like soft, liquid silk, like water given shape and warmed by her lips. The moment I tasted her, hunger took over. I bit back, greedy and unrestrained. Briella matched me with the same fire. That night,...