- Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the chapter: The Hills by The Weeknd)
The taste of Kathrine still lingered on my lips when she suddenly pulled away.
One second, I was drowning in her, lost in the heat of her hands, the press of her body against mine. And then—nothing.
Kathrine shoved me back, her eyes flickering with something I couldn't name, something sharp and unreadable. The warmth in her gaze from just moments ago had vanished, replaced by a cold detachment that hit me harder than the rejection itself.
I blinked, my breath still uneven, my body still wired from the intensity of our kiss. "Kathrine—"
"Go to bed," she cut me off. Her voice was firm, clipped. Unyielding.
I stared at her, searching her face for some kind of explanation, some kind of sign that I hadn't just imagined the way she had kissed me as she needed me. Like I was something she wanted.
But Kathrine didn't look at me.
She had already turned away, heading straight for the couch.
That hurt.
