Apollo
I was fine.
Totally, absolutely fine.
Sure, Charlie had kissed me like she meant to shatter every law of gravity. Sure, I was still reeling from the feeling of her mouth against mine — soft and wild and utterly consuming. Sure, Griffin had witnessed the entire thing and was absolutely going to roast me into the next century for it.
But other than that? Fine.
Perfect.
Flawless.
"You've got that look again," Griffin drawled from the roof above the gate where he was doing... absolutely nothing useful. "The one that says you just got kissed breathless and now you're questioning every life choice that led to this moment."
I didn’t answer. Because unfortunately — painfully — he wasn’t wrong.
He leaned on the edge of the roof, chin in hand, smirking down at me like a smug gargoyle
