It was all these chemicals that released the same endorphins, similar to the ones we were experiencing with each other right now.
And still…
It all felt real.
Wefelt so real.
Drugs and alcohol always made you lose your inhibitions. They just went hand in hand. Unable to resist the temptation that was this girl, I held her face between my hands.
I was thinking all sorts of things.
Good.
Bad.
Naughty.
Feeling all sorts of emotions I had no business entertaining.
“What are you doing here, Kitty?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you here? What are you running from?”
“Currently.” She hesitated, whispering, “It should be you.”
I had to know, so I demanded, “Tell me the truth. What happened that led you into that train station that night?”
“Kraven…”
“Does Julius know?”
She shook her head.
“You haven’t told him?”
She shook her head again.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
“Of how he’ll look at me after he knows the truth.”
I allowed her confession to register while holding her gaze.
“And what truth is that?” I questioned once it did.
Silence.
“Isla,” I stressed, down to my last bit of patience when I didn’t have any to begin with. “I need you to trust me.”
Before I could consider the consequences, the future, the fire I’d spark and blow up with one match, I pulled her lips to mine, and she sucked in a breath when I softly pecked her mouth for a second.
“Kraven, what are you doing?” she murmured against my lips.
