CAMILLA'S POV:
Blaine held me against the fridge as his lips caressed mine in a languid dance.
Unlike our first kiss this was slow, taunting and teasing. My hands fell to his shoulders to push away from him but I found myself tightening my hold as he deepened the kiss.
His tongue teased my lower lip before slipping in and exploring every crevice of my mouth. I sucked in a harsh breath as his palms fell from my waist to my thighs hoisting me up to wrap my legs around his torso.
My arms encircled him as I got lost in the feeling of his mouth against mine. But then I remembered her.
Ariana.
As much as I wanted to revel in the feeling of being kissed by Blaine not once but twice in a row I didn't know how to feel about it. I could make an excuse for the first one.
I was
