Cassidy
Sebastian kissed me; he reached for my jaw with soft fingers, encouraging me to look at him before he moved in.
I should have pulled away, should have stopped it. The lines are blurring, and my heart squeezing with a need I don't want to admit to.
You're being paid to do this... and he thinks this is genuine.
It is genuine, Cas. You know you feel something for him!
Despite my inner turmoil, I'm sitting here with his lips on mine as he deepens the kiss, and I'm a prisoner to the need to kiss him back.
And he does; he takes everything he can from me. Owning me in this moment until he pulls away, placing his forehead to mine as I stare at his face close up.
His eyes are closed, his lips curled into that smile he had for his daughter...
This is so wrong, so why does it feel...
