Lulu's p.o.v.
A wave of chills washed over me. Excitement at the feel of his soft lips spread across my skin. His hand on my back contracted, but it was the only part of him that moved. It took me less than a moment to realize he wasn’t kissing me back. He wasn’t shoving me away, but he wasn’t reciprocating either.
I’d made a mistake. I slowly eased back, breaking the connection between our lips, and opened my eyes, realizing that while I’d been lost in a moment I’d probably regret forever, he’d stood frozen, with his eyes gleaming red.
“I’m. . .” I tried to say the words, but they barely fell out in a whisper. They were hollow anyway, since I still clung to him. Was still pressed solidly against him. “I’m sor—”
I never got to finish, because Damien leaned down and attacked my lips
