Talia's POV

Kaels lips come crashing down on mine in unrefined pleasure.

Maybe I want to fight it, maybe I don't.

He takes his lips off as soon as I was done being star struck and looks me square in the face for whatever reaction I would have.

I'm sure he's partly expecting me to slap him across the face and storm out with the annoyance of being defiled against my consent, but I'm not.

I'm sitting there like a wet puppy, in his undecided arms.

Staring at him stupidly too doesn't help the situation, as I see, he's getting a little unnerved.

“Say something.” He said, still staring at...