LILITH

The moment his lips touched mine, my brain short-circuited.

I could feel nothing except the warmth and softness of his mouth on mine—like I'd been disengaged from reality into another dimension.

When I finally registered what was happening, every instinct screamed that I should shove him away. That this wasn’t supposed to happen.

And yet, instead of pushing him off, my hands gripped his shirt like it was my lifeline, pulling him closer as I sank deeper into the kiss.

It was only when his hand brushed against the bare skin of my waist that reality crashed back in with a jolt.

I tore myself free and pushed him...