Tension | Rayne x Mitchell
Mitchell hadn’t known what he expected when he had kissed her. He hadn’t been thinking. He had moved on instinct and desire. The fact that after a moment she had kissed him back was a good sign. She at least didn’t slap him or anything.
When she pulled away and muttered something about not being finished and asking what their argument had been about he shook his head. His eyes were dark with desire as he looked at her. “Who the fuck cares?” He grumbled.Â
His hands were still on her face and before she could speak more he leaned in and kissed her again. It was still rough, fueled by their tension and anger from their argument. As he kissed her his hands let go of her face, moving down to her hips.Â