Scarlett
Viktor stood frozen near the door for a heartbeat, looking equal parts shocked and tempted. Then he took one hesitant step forward, then another, until he was standing right in front of me where I sat on the edge of his bed.
The air between us felt thick, charged with the alcohol buzzing in my veins and the memory of his lips on mine this morning. I reached up, grabbed the front of his hoodie, and tugged him down gently but firmly until his face was level with mine.
“You missed my cheek earlier and ended up stirring me and my lips a little,” I murmured, my breath brushing against his lips. “Now, let me show you how it’s done.”
Before he could overthink it, I leaned in and kissed him.
This time it wasn’t clumsy or accidental. I kissed him slow and deep, tasting the faint swee
