Chapter 13

Dermot's pov

I was so taken back by the kiss, I didn't know he was going to make a move to kiss me. Not while I was looking like a hot mess.

I allowed him entrance to kiss me, there wasn't anything I could do. I couldn't push him back because I too have been dying to have his lips on mine. But now that it was happening, I was so confused. This is what I wanted but not right now.

Not when I am still grieving over Henry, even I don't know why I feel bad now that he is dead. He deserved the same fate as his lover.

"Hmm" I moaned into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck. He was too good of a kisser to let go.

He angled his head, deepening the kiss. I let him, I let him kiss me like I mattered to him.

I have craved for this to happen for so long that, now that it has, I didn't know how or what to feel right now.

I broke off the kiss, running straight to the bathroom.

"Devlin?"