Soraya's POV

My heart was still pounding against my ribs. Darius had actually kissed me. And I hadn’t stopped him. I grunted, dragging my palms down my face. Why didn’t I push him away?

Who was he to me, anyway? He wasn’t some stranger in the streets, yet he wasn’t supposed to mean anything to me either. And still, his lips had pressed against mine as if he had every right to.

And the worst of it all was that I had let him.

I wasn’t cheap. I wasn’t some desperate girl who would melt at a man’s touch. But what if this only made things worse? He already looked...