LAMIA
Kellen met me by the dining room entrance. I rounded the corner to find him propped up against the wall, legs and arms crossed and his head cast down. I felt his nerves pour out of him in waves.
“Hey,” I called out to him as I approached. I took a deep breath as I stood before him, summoning the courage I needed at that moment.
He lifted his head, his ocean blue eyes meeting mine “Hey, Lamia –“ he began. I lifted my hand and pressed my index finger to his lips. He was nervous, ambivalence clearly reflected in his eyes.
I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, whispering “shh”. My tongue traced his bottom lip asking for entrance and he gave it to me. His moist and warm tongue swept across mine in a caressing movement. I leaned my body onto his and pressed him against the wall, his
