*Chloe*
My blood burned through my veins like fire. Kissing Alexander, holding his body so tightly against my own, thrilled me like I never thought possible. The little voice in my head that kept telling me the whole thing was wrong seemed to be silent for once. My existence consisted of fiery kisses and molten embraces.
His lips tasted like life itself. I just wanted to bask in his attention, and hope that he did me, right then and there. Unfortunately, the pinhead Gods had other ideas.
The sound of someone knocking on the front door of the sorority house drew our attention. I made a strangled grunt of frustration and reluctantly—very reluctantly—withdrew from him.
“Who do you think it is?" I asked fearfully.
“I don't know, but I doubt it's our friends returning. They seemed pretty i
