Coral’s POV
I don’t know what the hell is happening.
This morning, I was kissing Eros.
Tonight, I’m kissing Jason.
What an obstacle we weave.
My head is spinning, my body still burning from the way Jason’s hands gripped my waist, the way his mouth moved over mine like he had every right to. Like we weren’t crossing a line we could never uncross.
I keep my face neutral, hands busy, pretending my entire world hasn’t just been flipped upside down. I hear Mom and Dad talking, feel Jason’s presence like a live wire next to me, but everything else? Background noise.
Then he does it again.
Winks.
Subtle. Slow. Intentional.
Like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
Like he knows my thighs just clenched under the table, knows my fingers are gripping this damn fork too tight, knows my
