[…] I slipped my mental restraint and flew into Lissa’s body …
“You and I have never liked each other, Rose. If I’ve got to kill someone, it might as well be you.”
“We can’t…" he told me.
”I know," I agreed.
Then his mouth was on mine again, and this time, I knew there would be no turning back. There were no walls this time. Our bodies wrapped together as he tried to get my coat off, then his shirt, then my shirt… It really was a lot like when we’d fought out on the quad earlier, that same passion and heat. I think at the end of the day, the instincts that power fighting and sex aren’t so different. They all come from an animal side of us.