Mika
The only man who had ever kissed me was Cain, a memory that lingered like a whisper of a distant storm. But when Augustus leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, it sent a thrill coursing through me that felt both exhilarating and deeply wrong at the same time. My heart raced, caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. I wasn't sure what the consequences would be if I rejected him, so I quickly pulled away, my breath caught in my throat.
“Sorry, I’ve never been…” I stammered, struggling to articulate the overwhelming rush of feelings. But before I could complete my sentence, he enfolded my hands in his warm grasp, a gesture that both grounded and unsettled me.
“There’s no need to explain, beautiful,” he said, his voice low and earnest. “You are as pure as they come, and I
