My Bloody Teacher
I stood up, put my hand around his neck and brought his face down, ready for the kiss I was desiring above all else.
Right before my lips met his, he snapped his fingers. I blinked. I was standing against Damon, my one hand around his neck and my other on his waistband, pulling the fabric toward me. I frowned. How did I get there? Oh yeah, compulsion. The thing was, I still wanted to kiss him. I looked down at his mouth again and he swallowed, his eyes darkening. “Whoa, dude, cool.” Jane said behind me. That broke my trance and I sat down, releasing his waistband with a hard tug. He grinned and walked around the kitchen top, facing us again.
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