The moment we stepped inside the room and Elijah closed the door behind us, I grabbed the opportunity and kissed him. He didn’t push me away, not at first, sighing against my lips and allowed me to take whatever I wanted.

My hands wormed their way underneath his shirt, sliding up the curves of his firm muscles, and stopped against his chest, my fingers curling as our kiss deepened.

Out of nowhere, he dragged me out of his arms and pushed me away at arm's length. “Hailey, no. You need to stop,” he sounded breathless. “It’s the potion messing with you.”

“But I want you,” I pouted, trying to reach...