FREYA
My entire body locks when his lips meet mine.
At first, I’m sure it’s a dream. After all, Jayden can’t be kissing me. We made a deal. We promised to ignore our feelings and stay away from each other physically. But then what’s this?
This is not the dream that I’ve deluded myself into thinking it is, and as I lean into the kiss, letting him plunge his tongue into my mouth, I try to savor the moment.
I tell myself there’s nothing wrong with letting his hands roam my body. That there’s nothing wrong with allowing him to lift my thigh and sling it around his waist… No, there's nothing wrong with that.
But, when a moan escapes my lips, and I open my eyes, reality hits me like a ton of bricks, and I push him off as hard as I possibly can, my heart pounding and face flushed.
“Freya…”
