OPHELIA
Some decisions can’t be taken back. You can’t very well claim that you didn’t mean to kiss someone.
But I’ve never had a man respond to being kissed for the first time the way that Brian does. He shudders like he hasn’t touched a woman in months; his grip tightens on me, and he lets out a low sound like a purr as his lips start caressing mine.
Shame, guilt, fear—they all wash away as we kiss, bodies pressed together, my thighs straddling him now. I don’t even remember when that happened or when his hands started caressing me through my nightgown.
I whimper against his mouth as he darts his tongue against mine. My breath stutters to a stop for a moment as his hand slides up my thigh. Deep in my head, a little voice is saying, “Toby is barely dead and this man killed him,” and fo
