The kiss jolted Serafina. For one, it was not like her to develop quick feelings for someone. She had a crush on Troy for years before he could take her out on a date. Yet, she reasoned that she had known Dragomir all her life, too as that rough kid from the wrong neighborhood.
It was a gentle kiss, not quite what she expected from a man like him. The pulling effect that happened afterward was not gentle at all.
It was Tartarus again.
Hell, after all, was not for feeling good. It was supposed to be torture. So, it made sense that Rafina found herself out of sync again, away from that scene – the most buoyant one she had in years.
She found herself falling on hard concrete. Anticipating more pain, she was surprised when her hands instinctively stopped her from falling on her hips.
