Christina's POV
It had been long, agonizing minutes since Marcel moved away from me, and my head still felt woozy. When Marcel's lips left mine, a tingling sensation erupted across my skin, sending electric shivers down my spine. The tingling still hadn't stopped.
My lips burned with the memory of our kiss, a foreign and intoxicating sensation. It was a far cry from our first kiss, which I want to discard now. I could still taste him - a sweet mix of something dark, mysterious, and dangerously compelling. I wanted to go back and continue what we had started.
He kept his hands on my back as he guided me back into the room. I was grateful for that; if he wasn't holding me, I might have fallen at some point. But now I was painfully aware of his touch, which brought feelings I didn't want t
