POV: Freya
I had hoped that my gentle kiss could soothe him and erase the memory of the drunken stranger's unwanted advances. And for a moment, it did just that. We were lost in time, oblivious to everything else happening around us, including the chaos from tonight’s event or Ymir's unruly behavior. But soon, I realized that I had unleashed a storm.
At first, Elijah responded positively to my kiss, and a simple peck on the lips seemed to be enough. However, his demeanor suddenly changed, and he cupped my face with his hands, locking me in place. His tongue brushed against my lower lip, seeking entry, and I allowed it. Our tongues intertwined, and I let my body follow its lead.
I knew that I couldn't back out now. By taking the initiative, I had shattered Elijah's fragile self-control,
