It didn't even register in my brain yet that he was kissing me. As if I didn't just yell at him like a mad woman. His lips still felt soft and caressing, as if nothing happened. As if we're still in his bedroom. As if Deimos isn't around.
Except Deimos still is. He made an awkward clearing of his throat as he looked away from us. He looked so embarrassed, as if he was watching live p**n unravel from his eyes.
When Alastor pulled away, some of my anger seemed to simmer down. As if I don't feel that my anger was as intense as it was seconds ago. I blinked as I watch Alastor stare at me with the same expressionless face as he always has.
But his eyes were pure black, I felt like if he had no decency left in his body, he would've taken me right here and now in front of Deimos. However, Alas
