Rowan
I shouldn't have done that. I should have pushed her away. But the minute her lips pressed to mine, and I felt their pillow softness, I was lost.
She was injured. Scared. Hell, before all of this, she had been trying to run from this place. From me, from everything this bond represented. I knew that. I should have remembered it.
I had once found a small hidden compartment in her room where she had stashed a go bag. It contained clothes, supplies, and essentials, as well as my father’s map. That’s when I realized she was planning to run away.
But none of it mattered. The only thing at the forefront of my mind was the taste of her lips and the sound of her breath coming out in soft, shocked pants against my mouth. She didn't shove me away. She didn't curse me out.
No... her finger
