HELENA'S POV
The drive to Tye's apartment was a blur. My hand was in his the entire time while his thumb traced dizzying circles on my palm.
His apartment building was like him: clean, modern, and intimidatingly secure.
The moment the door clicked shut, Tye dropped his keys on the entry table and spun me around.
Before I could even take a breath, his mouth was on mine.
This kiss wasn't like the one on the street. That one was hungry; this one was starving. Tye groaned low in his throat, backing me up until my shoulders hit the smooth surface of the wall.
His hands were everywhere: tangling in my hair, gripping my waist, sliding down to my hips to pull me flush against him.
"You have no idea," he murmured against my lips, "how long I've wanted to do this."
"How long?" I gasped, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
