"Perfect moment to kiss, right?"
She paused, her lips parting, wet and soft in the lantern's glow.
Lor's cock twitched, his mind flashing to her leaning into Caelum, her body pressed close, black lace teasing under her skirt.
He swallowed, voice low. "What happened?"
Kiara's jaw tightened, her eyes stormy.
"I did what anyone would. Slammed him gently into a wall, closed my eyes, leaned in. Tried to kiss him. But then... He shoved me off, Lor. Said I was too much, threatened to report me to the disciplinary committee if I didn't stay away. He's the third guy to run from me this month."
Her voice dropped to a whisper, raw and vulnerable, her thighs shifting again, skirt riding higher, black lace fully visible now, her breasts heaving as she fought to keep her composure.
Lor listened, stunned, his hazel eyes wide.
A rush of conflicting thoughts slammed into him.
She talks a lot. Seriously… a lot.
