IRENE'S POV

Perhaps, I had been lying about my feelings or he was just a good kisser.

I could feel every bit of his lips on me, he kissed me like he was kissing my soul and shockingly enough I kissed him too.

I could feel all the synapses if my brain telling me what I was doing was wrong in a way I could sense my last bit of self control telling me that I could still stop this.

Yet, I chose not to listen to any but instead allowed my soul to be consumed by the tip of his lips.

Was the kiss from pity?

Did I feel...