Kestrel's POV
"What matters is that I'm here now, and I'll make you feel better," Diego says, his voice taking on that smooth, persuasive tone he uses when he wants something. "If you can't do the assignment now... then it's okay. You can always do it another time."
Then that's it….he kisses me on the lips. As usual, it's soft at first, as if he cares, his tongue delving into my mouth, fighting and struggling to get me to react but I don't. All I do is stand there like a statue, my mind racing with questions I've never allowed myself to ask before.
What was it about him that I really liked? Was it his pretty face or those dark eyes and sharp jawline that made other girls swoon? Was it his commands on the hockey field, the way he took charge and led the team? What exactly did I like abou
