Thalia Donovan
Whether it was just the alcohol making me do things or it was really me deep deep down, when I kissed Cristiano again, it was like crashing waves on an empty beach, the rhythm of our beating hearts slowly coming together as one, two drowning lovers lost at sea, and both our lips adrift in each other’s.
It didn’t matter that there were other students all around us, that those eyes were staring straight at us, that my brother and the guy I was sort of hanging out with were all looking. No, none of it did when my lips were kissing his.
It was hypnotizing, so much so that I knew then and there that maybe it wasn’t me that had cast a spell on another person. Maybe it was Cristiano that did, to me.
Because no matter what I did, no matter what he did, I always, always came b
