Isolde
“Stay here quietly, I'll be back.” Kael hissed, backing away and quietly stalking down the hallway towards the footsteps.
Isolde backed away from Kael, her lips still tingling from his kiss. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst from her chest.
Everything felt hot; her face, her neck, her hands. She could still feel the press of his body against hers, the way his hands had closed tight around her waist, held her in place like he never wanted to let go.
She stared up at him, dazed. Her thoughts were spinning, struggling to make sense of what had just happened.
That had been her first kiss.
And it had been with Kael.
Her mate who hated her.
She pressed her fingers against her lips, her breath unsteady. Why? Why had he done that? Why had she let him?
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