CLARE POV:
I was kissing Reed.
I was kissing Reed!!
And worse—I had kissed him back.
What the actual hell was happening to me?
The realization hit me like a slap. My lips were still tingling, my heart thudding erratically against my ribs, and gods—I had kissed him back. I let it happen. No, worse. I leaned into it. For those few seconds, I let the world disappear and I let him in.
What the actual hell was I doing?
I pulled away, breath catching in my throat, my heart thundering like I'd just run a marathon. The space between us suddenly felt too small, too hot, like I needed air, now. I stumbled back a little, eyes wide, avoiding his gaze as the heat of embarrassment spread up my neck.
I kissed him. I let myself kiss him back.
Gods… what was I doing?
Was this grief messing with my head? Or had I finally gone insane from all the supernatural chaos and emotional whiplash of the last few days?
