At the mansion. That night.
Okay.
No.
Absolutely not.
I was livid.
The kind of livid where you cross your arms so tightly your boobs protest, where your eyes twitch like they’re about to stage a coup, and where your brain replays one single scene over and over again like a broken magical scroll that just won't shut up.
That. Damn. Kiss.
Accidental, he said.
Accidental, my ass.
Like his lips accidentally found mine in the middle of the the training ground while our hands were tangled, while his breath was still warm from making me run, and while his armor was conveniently discarded just enough to make his chest look like it was sculpted by war-hardened angels with too much time and too little fabric.
I turned to the side. Back to my back. Sat up. Laid down again.
Then screamed in
