Miranda's POV:
It felt so different. One was like kissing a cold fish, and the other was...the other was..
I didn't want to finish that thought. Not even to myself.
I turned my back to Luca so he won't see the tears gathering in my eyes, or the way I bit my lip so hard that blood flowed into my mouth.
What have I done?
This wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to get closer to him, much less kiss him back. Why didn't I do something? Why didn't I push him off me? Or do anything at all?! Why did I melt into him like butter on a summer sidewalk? How could I let this happen?
He gave me a chance to stop. And I didn't.
What is wrong with me?
It didn't help that my skin tingled where he had touched me. That I still feel his lips on mine. Goodness they were so soft, he was an am
