Soraya's POV
My heart was still pounding against my ribs. Darius had actually kissed me. And I hadn't stopped him. I grunted, dragging my palms down my face. Why didn't I push him away?
Who was he to me, anyway? He wasn't some stranger in the streets, yet he wasn't supposed to mean anything to me either. And still, his lips had pressed against mine as if he had every right to.
And the worst of it all was that I had let him.
I wasn't cheap. I wasn't some desperate girl who would melt at a man's touch. But what if this only made things worse? He already looked at me like I was nothing but some loose girl from a brothel. Now, by letting him kiss me, it felt like I had just proved it.
A loud knock came at my door, jolting me out of my thoughts.
I spun my head quickly, looki
