Selina’s POV
I burst through my bedroom door and shut it behind me, leaning hard against the wood while my heart tried to punch its way out of my ribs.
My lips were still tingling. I could still taste Damon Silvercrest on them.
I’d kissed someone. My first kiss ever, and it had been… nothing. Like pressing my mouth to warm silk. I had waited eighteen years for that?
I pressed trembling fingers to my lips as if I could scrub the memory away.
My reflection in the mirror looked back at me: my cheeks were red, eyes too wide, golden damp hair sticking to my neck. I looked guilty. I felt worse.
I’d never even held hands with a boy before tonight. Never been alone with one.
Until the Tranz brothers crashed into my life and turned everything upside down.
I peeled off the dress with shaki
