Cassandra

If there was one thing my mind demanded, it was to quickly remove that man from my personal space. His lips remained on mine, and his hands held my cheeks to deepen our kiss.

I didn't want to admit it, but I felt constantly lost when it came to him. The way I liked him didn't make sense. I was so in love with his presence that I got angry with myself for what I felt for that idiot. Because Christian was an idiot, but still, allowed his lips to touch mine. I wanted to push him away; I intended to do so. But my hands didn't obey the...