Alaric
I pulled away from the kiss only to stare at his face.
His beautiful face.
I could not believe that I had actually confessed how I truly felt to the man who was supposed to be my rival.
I kept telling myself it was the alcohol talking. That was the excuse I desperately wanted to believe because it was easier than admitting the truth.
But this was far more than alcohol.
I had kissed him because I wanted to.
I wanted him so badly that I could barely control my emotions whenever he was around me anymore.
Even as the kiss deepened, I could not stop myself from releasing my pheromones into the air. It was an invitation and a risk at the same time. Some reckless part of me wanted to see if he would reject me again the way he had done so many times before.
But it seemed like Nico wanted the same thing.
I might have been drunk, but I still knew exactly what I was doing and everything happening around me.
Did he want me as much as I wanted him?
