(Almira’s POV)
This isn’t happening.
This shouldn’t be happening.
But it is.
Lysander’s lips are on mine.
For a second, I feel my world has stopped. The past and the present are mixing. I can't feel anything other than his lips that are kissing mine. My body is currently betraying me in the worst way possible. I want to push him, but my body is doing otherwise.
My fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket, gripping it tightly as butterflies rumbled in my stomach.
His deep, woodsy scent is intoxicating me. It’s wrapping around me like a warm embrace, making it too easy to forget everything that came before this moment.
It’s like all the hatred I kept all these years vanished in just a few seconds that our lips are touching.
No…
I can’t let this happen.
I won’t.
*RING!* *RING!
