CHAPTER 41

“Oh, Alvin—”

Much like her, Alvin didn’t waste words. Instead, he let his actions speak, and before she could think, his lips crashed down onto hers, urgent and demanding. Patricia wasn’t sure if her body had subconsciously asked for it or if it was simply the gravity between them, but any attempt at rational thought dissolved in the heat of his kiss.

Her heart raced as she responded in kind, matching his intensity with a hunger she hadn’t realized was growing inside her. Every touch, every press of his lips stirred something wild within her, a desire she could no longer suppress. What had started as a shared kiss quickly became something more, the kind of hunger that devoured everything in its path.

Their bodies moved together, pressing and shifting, lips parting and meeting in a rhythm that felt both desperate and inevitable. Patricia felt like she couldn’t get close enough to him, her body arching into his, craving the heat, the touch, the way Alvin made her feel alive. But just as