Briella
His lips were soft, but the kiss was hard. For a second I struggled under him. My instincts told me to run. That this man, who had saved me from the clutches of the monsters and who was now laying over my body, was no different to Acco. But my body didn't react with revulsion and disgust.
The complete opposite in fact.
After a moment of hesitation, I melted against him. My arms moved to wrap themselves around his shoulders, and my lips opened.
Was this Stockholm Syndrome? Could I even have it after only a few minutes, or was my body just craving human contact? It was impossible to tell.
All I knew was that I felt safe with him. I touched the tip of my tongue to his, and he shot backwards off the bed like I had electrocuted him.
He stood there staring at me, his chest heavin
