I left Alex's room, still thinking about the kiss.
The way his lips had felt against mine. I knew I shouldn't have enjoyed it, but I did. Should I be concerned?!
At that moment, I didn't care less whether Alex had kidnapped me and locked me up in this house.
I stuck out my tongue and flicked it over my lower lip, closing my eyes as I tried to remember how soft and aggressive his lips had been, shortly before they swooned in on mine.
"Stop doing this to yourself!" I snapped with a loud voice as I stood in the kitchen.
This was ridiculous in every way.
Insane—maybe.
Was I foolish?
Why the f**k was I growing feelings for him.
He was the reason I hadn't stepped out of this house in days, all because I was far too worried to risk my life.
His threat still laid, fresh at the back of
