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“Are you hurt?” Mrs. Kaye asks Leila. “What happened?” She tenderly places her hand on Leila’s shoulder.

“Why don’t you ask your guest?” Leila snaps.

I shrug at this. Henry comes to stand by my side, his eyes filled with concern.

Leila’s anger brews as I stay quiet. She groans and shrugs her mother’s hands off. With precise steps, she furiously marches off in the direction the other girl had taken.

Shit. The mystery girl is in trouble.

Chapter Seven

Cassie

My reflection stares back at me in the mirror of the garden bathroom, revealing my flushed face and swollen lips.

Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!

What the hell? How could I have let this happen? I think, my heart racing as I pace back and forth in the bathroom.

My lips tremble slightly, tingling a bit.

That kiss. It was consuming and visceral, as if he was licking his way into my soul, speaking directly to my heart, finding the innermost, vulnerable parts of myself and devouring them.

The way I acted…. it was so out of character. It was as if something had taken over my body. It was like I wasn’t in control. The energy between us was charged with an arousal that I had never felt before.

It was reckless and spontaneous. It was everything that I’m not.

My breasts tighten against the bodice of my dress, which hugs me like a second skin. I smooth down the satin fabric, trying to make my appearance more appropriate.

The low light in the bathroom casts a dim glow on my pale skin, highlighting the desire in my eyes. My appearance throws me off.

Closing my eyes for a minute, I inhale and exhale, taking in one breath at a time while rubbing my thumb against my wrist.

It was a trick my mother taught me. It always made me calm in situations like these.

I had never acted like that before. It was as if something primal awakened in me, urging me to throw caution into the wind.

The air buzzes with electricity, complementing the chaos I feel within me. I place my hands on the sink, the cold ceramic a nice contrast to the heat within me.

My body feels like it’s on fire. My hair clings to my skin, sweat trickling from my neck and over my shoulder blades. My underarms are damp.

I can’t believe I just had my first kiss with the very first man I came across in the garden. It’s a decision that a sane me would have never made.

I can still feel the way his grip felt around me. It was cautious, but firm. I can still feel the hardness of him melting into my soft contours. I think of the way his pheromones took over my senses.

He felt and smelled like a true man. His body was all ridges and contours of hard muscles. His hand, which was hard and rough, felt nice pressing against my hips, caressing my face, almost as if he was trying to imprint me into his memory.

The moans and grunts that escaped his mouth still rang in my ear. I remember how powerful I felt in that moment to be able to extract such sounds from a man like that.

I thought of the way his hands had felt on my thighs, confident and comfortable. Rubbing and grabbing, it felt like he was touching something familiar.

It wasn’t only him, though. I whimpered and groaned like a wolf in heat. If it was possible, I could have sunk into him, desperate to reach beneath his skin.

He made me feelalive.

I have always had sexual urges. They were a normal occurrence for me. But I had never felt the need to act on them. I couldn’t.

It didn’t have to do with the fact that no one was even attracted to me in that manner. It had to do with the fact that I didn’t want to.

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