Josie
The moment Kiel scooped me into his arms, I gasped softly, my breath catching in my throat as my body collided with his. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, holding on tighter than I meant to.
The heat of his body seeped into mine, grounding me in a way nothing else had in days. His piercings glinted faintly under the soft lights of the hallway, and I couldn't help but admire how they shimmered against his skin.
There was something hypnotic about the way his long, dark hair fell messily over his shoulders, framing his face like it belonged to a painting. I wanted to touch it—run my fingers through the silky strands and feel their weight—but I didn't. I wasn't sure why. Maybe because a part of me still wasn't sure where I stood in all this.
