Chapter 20
He faced me unexpectedly and his palms aligned with my hips. There, they gripped my waist and prevented me from falling to God’s earth. Within seconds his lips met my lips and his extended tongue followed through with its intended plan, which consisted of his tongue slipping between my teeth and meeting my own tongue.
I didn’t pull away from him. Maybe I should have. For Just’s sake. For Armin’s sake. For my own sake. But I chose not to pull away. I liked him more than a little. Too much. And maybe he knew that. Or maybe he didn’t. My head spun, stopped, spun again, and I could barely stand. Dizziness swept over me with ease, sparks flew around me, but I knew I was with the man who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Just was a certain someone I wanted to marry and wake up to for eternity, yet he wasn't my current lover or boyfriend, even if I wanted him to be, even if he unfortunately belonged to someone else in our shared world. 19: The Cottage Speaks