SEVENTY EIGHT

Once the cops are gone, Prince and I enter my bedroom. Hearing that he would stay here with me makes me relieved. I don't think that I'll be able to stay here alone again while the psychopath is still out there, somewhere that's not in jail.

I don't know when it starts, but now we're kissing. I circle my arms around his neck while he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. The kiss is soft and slow, making my insides melt, filled with warmth.

"Are you feeling better now?" Prince whispers between our kisses.

I pull away to look at him, only to find that he's looking at me with worry. His eyes are searching mine, as if trying to figure out what I'm feeling. The kiss leaves me breathless that I can barely speak. Nodding, I rasp, "Yeah."

He pulls me into another soft but passionate kiss, which I gladly respond. It doesn't matter whether his kisses are fierce and brutal, or slow and innocent, they always make my knees go weak and my body on fire.

The sound of raindrop