Chapter 32

Fallon’s POV

He kissed me. I gasped in surprise, granting him access to my mouth. Fuck! Why does he taste so good? I found myself responding. Our lips raged against each other, willing the other to submit. His grip on my hair hardened, and I tugged his shirt closer. Someone knocked on his door; we jumped apart.

What the fuck? What the hell just happened? My head was spinning.

I heard him say, “Get out.”

Damn right, I was leaving.

With hasty steps, I walked to the door and fled as fast as I could without sparing Etan, who was at the door, a glance. The moment I was inside the safe walls of my room, I leaned against the door and took in several breaths. My mind replayed the memory of the kiss over and over again.

I kissed Darius Salvatore, and I was ashamed to say I enjoyed every second of it.

A knock on the door cut off my train of thought. Immediately I opened the door, Ashley’s worried face came into view. Her expression relaxed on s