Azalea
Cassian pulled me back before kissing me. My mind raced, a thousand thoughts colliding at once. Push him away. This is too dangerous. He doesn’t know who you really are.
But instead of listening to the voice of reason, I found myself melting into his kiss.
“Mmm,” I moaned into the kiss as he deepened it. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. I could feel the heat of his body against mine.
The world around us faded, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of his lips on mine, igniting a fire that consumed every thought. It was everything.
When he finally pulled away, his breathing was as ragged as mine. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “I didn’t mean to—I should have asked first.”
“Are you regretting it?” I asked. “That yo
