A Demon’s Kiss
"Let me do this. Let me prove I can do one thing on my own."
"You're coming back in a few days. A week, maximum," he says sternly. "And I'll be one call away, to come get you whenever you need. Got it?"
"Okay Kastriv, I got it."
He stares at me, breathing heavily, contemplating something. I go to pull away, but he yanks me against his torso, and kisses me.
The force of the kiss nearly knocks me off my feet, his grip on my waist painfully tight. I gasp against his mouth, gripping his shirt to keep myself standing.