Grace

What does it feel like to kiss the devil, you might ask?

I can’t really explain it.

All I knew was that it was soft and fleeting, but enough to send my thoughts spiraling and my body tingling with need.

Before I could think, before I could even breathe properly, he pulled away from me. My heart hammered in my chest like it wanted to break out. I stood there, stunned, touching my lips as the memory of it bloomed hot against my skin.

Oh God.

I just kissed my boss.

I just kissed my boss.

Fuck. I just kissed Apollo Reed.

Drunk or not, I understood exactly what...