I didn't move. I couldn't move. My mind was trapped somewhere between disbelief and the desperate need to breathe.
I kissed Elias Hawthorne.
No. He kissed me. But I hadn't exactly pushed him away, had I?
My lips were still tingling, the ghost of his touch electric and impossible to ignore. My first kiss. My actual first kiss. And it was with him, the brooding, infuriating heir who probably hated my guts.
What the hell just happened?
"Shit."
The whispered words cut through the stunned silence like a knife.
I blinked, finally tearing my eyes away from the firelight. I realized the bonfire circle had fallen utterly silent. Every eye was on me, burning into me with a mixture of shock, curiosity, and something darker.
"She kissed him," a girl near the front murmured, but not quietly enough.
"Did you see that? A first year just kissed Elias Hawthorne!" someone else whispered, louder now.
"No way. He kissed her!" came a sharp voice from the other side of the circle.
