Morana's Point Of View
The car rolled to a smooth stop behind Starlight Studios, and I exhaled sharply, pressing my lips together as I steadied myself.
Damn him.
I could still taste him on my tongue, the ghost of his kiss lingering like a sinful memory I couldn't erase. It was frustrating, how easily he had slipped past my defenses, how effortlessly he had taken what he wanted, without hesitation, without permission.
Cocky bastard.
I clenched my fists on my lap, staring at my own reflection in the tinted window. My lips were slightly swollen, my breathing still hadn't fully steadied, and worst of all my mind kept replaying that kiss, over and over again, like a cruel joke.
I should have pushed him away sooner.
I should have slapped him, sneered at him, walked away without looking back.
Instead, I had kissed him back just for a moment.
And that was enough to make my blood burn with frustration.
I need to focus.
