Scarlett

He pulled away almost instantly, eyes wide with panic. “Oh my God,” he muttered, slapping a hand over his split lip. “I am so sorry. I didn’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to do tha—”

His words were cut off when I grabbed the front of his rough, torn hoodie and yanked him back to me. I kissed him deep and hard, pouring all the leftover adrenaline, fear, and confusing heat from the night into it. Viktor froze for half a second, then kissed me back just as hungrily. His hand slowly slid to my waist, fingers gripping me as he pulled my body closer.

When...