Amara's POV
Elias' lips were hot, the crash of them blazing through every nerve ending in my body. For a split second I forgot where I was. I forgot who I was, the shame, the agony, the betrayal.
And then reality hit me like a thunderclap.
I pushed him away with what little strength I had left.
His emerald eyes grew dark, his breath coming hard. He staggered back, as if he were not only responding to my push but battling something else altogether.
"What the hell, Elias?" His mother asked. "You didn't just kiss this dumb piece of…"
"Get out of here, mom," he said.
"Elias…" she argued.
"Now!" He yelled.
She stared angrily at me and then at her son, panting, and exited the room.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, sick twisting in me. How dare he?
"Never touch me again," I hissed, poison dripping from my every word.
Elias tightened his jaw, and I glanced at his tightened fists. For a heartbeat, he seemed as lost as I was.
