FREYA'S POV:
Throbbing swollen lips, pink flushed cheeks, and a rushed breath.
I didn't think he'd look more hypnotic but the mien on his freshly kissed face begs to differ.
It's so tempting that I want to smash my lips to his one more time to feel those maddening sparks.
He looks just as flustered as I am. Staring back at me with a burning intensity in his eyes.
What have I done?
Reality is cruel as it crashes down on me hard. I know what I've done, the consequences, and yet I can't find myself wishing to take it back which makes me feel even worse.
"What was..." I can't find the words.
"I mean that was..." He stops midway, battling with his words as well.
We needed to talk about the s**t we just did, yet my words had chosen this moment to fail me.
No.
I had to be firm. I don't
