Dorian’s POV:
I hadn’t meant for anything to happen that night. The kiss.. it was supposed to be nothing, mean nothing more than a silly impulse crushed the very second it had sparked. Unfortunately it had slipped right through the cracks of every ounce of self-control I had, like water through a basket.
It had been nearly two weeks since the kiss and yet, I still couldn’t look at her without feeling the ghost of it all over again.
Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was her. Feel the softness of her lips, her warm breath. Her soft gasp. The way her hand had travel underneath my shirt and settled on my chest, as if maybe testing weather or not my heartbeat was real.
Nearly two weeks had passed and yet, every breath I took, tasted like her, Juliette.
I thought avoiding her li
