Eve's POV
God. I am stupid.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Biggest fool on earth.
Two kisses. Not one — no, fate couldn't mock me with just one mistake — but two.
What kind of woman lets not one, but two—two—vampires kiss her in the span of hours? Not just brush-the-lips, oh-whoops-how-did-this-happen kisses. No. Full-on, world-tilting, spine-arch-moan-dragging, brain-melting kisses. From two predators with sharp teeth, sharper tongues, and sharper appetites. And me? I let it happen. Worse, I responded.
Me. Apparently.
Good lord.
If there were a medal for catastrophic life decisions, I'd have just upgraded from bronze straight to platinum.
I stomped down the hall, clutching my bag so tightly my knuckles ached, my face still hot from Marcus's mouth, my chest still fluttering with that traitorous after-throb of want.
Two kisses. Two vampires. In one damned day.
