THEA
One second, his mouth was on mine, not kissing, but devouring me. The next, he pulls away like he’s been burned.
No—worse. Like he’s the one afraid of me.
For a moment, all I can do is stand there, breath catching in my throat, lips tingling, heart racing like it’s trying to tear out of my chest. My fingers curl slightly where he'd pressed them to his… his chest, like he was trying to show me something.
And then it hits me.
The heat. My lips.
My fingers fly to my lips. They’re wet. Swollen. Tingling. And when I look down at them—
Blood.
I set my lips in a thin line while my hands move to his head which is resting on my shoulder.
I pull him back until he's directly before me, but he still hasn’t opened his eyes.
He’s braced like he’s holding back something unholy, jaw clench
