"It wasn't the kiss that unsettled me it was the way she made me want more."
The kiss was still on my lips.
I pressed my fingers there as if they could smudge away the heat that lingered, the electricity that sparked when Nyra's mouth touched mine. My first kiss, stolen and given in the same breath, and it was not at all what I imagined. It was not careful or hesitant; it was fierce, hungry, like Nyra had been waiting her entire life for it. And me? I had always thought of myself as untouchable. Sly, sharp-tongued Taemin, who teased, laughed, and never let anyone too close. But that one kiss had shattered the little fortress I built around my heart.
I exhaled and shook my head, tugging at the loose strands of hair falling into my face. "Pull yourself together, Crestwood Omega," I muttered, slipping into the quiet forest paths of RoanRidge. "You have faced torture, blood, chains… and here you are trembling because of one kiss. Pathetic."
