*Anya
I thought I'd escaped, but fate had other plans.
I turned a corner—and ran straight into him.
"Is it me," Aster murmured, "or are you avoiding me?"
"Oh, it's definitely you." I tried to brush past, but his arm barred my path.
"Was it that bad?" he pressed.
I froze. "What?"
"That night." His voice dropped lower. "It wasn't my first time having sex, but it was my first one-night stand. Don't tell me you don't miss being in my arms."
Heat exploded in my cheeks. "Keep your voice down!"
Instead, he stepped closer, caging me in. His eyes burned, his breath warm against my ear. "I know you want me, Anya."
Before I could shove him away, his lips pressed against mine. Slow, deliberate.
My body betrayed me. For one fleeting moment, I kissed him back.