Alaric
Nico fucking Park was kissing me, and I was kissing him back. Did I enjoy it? Yes, I did.
I mean, the annoying man actually knew how to kiss perfectly, with a confidence and skill that caught me completely off guard.
And did I want it? Hell yes. I had been wanting to have a taste of his lips ever since that night in the corridor when he had leaned closer to me.
That moment had lingered in my mind far longer than I cared to admit.
And now, kissing me was the last thing I had expected that he would do. Although he had said it so many times before—that he wanted to bend me over and make me his forever—I had always believed it was just another one of his stupid jokes.
But that joke was turning into a reality right here, right now, in this storm-lit room.
And we were kissing.
Our mouths moved together with growing intensity. His lips were soft yet demanding, and the way he deepened the kiss sent heat rushing through my entire body.
