Kasteil kissed me.
The moment his lips met mine, everything else, the lingering embarrassment from our earlier argument, the shame that had burned low in my chest, melted away like snow under sunlight. My hands slid around his neck immediately as the kiss began to deepen. His mouth was warm, insistent, tasting faintly of the hot chocolate we'd both sipped earlier. He bit my lower lip—gentle but firm—and I let out a moan, the sound slipping free before I could stop it. Heat surged through me, sharp and sudden, chasing away the last remnants of frustration and replacing it with raw, aching want.
