ALARA’S POV
I remember when I told myself that I was going to punch his face if he ever made any advances toward me, but there I was, frozen at his touch.
His lips locked into mine felt like the sweetest thing that I had ever tasted, but for some reason a voice inside my head told me that it was wrong, the same voice that had warned me about going for the gathering that almost caused an attack.
“That’s enough, Alara! You need to stay away from him!” I tried to force myself to pull away from him, but the harder I tried, the harder it was.
He grabbed me with both hands, and while his lips were doing their work with mine, he pressed our chests tightly against each other, our heartbeats became a reminder that they were meant for each other.
Our bond reflected under the moonlight, and I
