SERAPHINA’S POV
For a moment, the floor tilted underneath me, and coupled with the sour and heavy remnants of the conversation with my mother clinging to me, I thought I was going to be sick all over the spotless linoleum floor.
I closed my eyes, took two long, calming breaths, and opened them—to the same nauseating sight.
Celeste and Kieran—entwined like lovers who hadn’t seen each other in years, her hands hooked behind his neck, his arms anchored firmly around her waist.
My fingers curled into fists, nails biting crescents into the flesh of my palm.
The thing is… It wasn’t even the fact that Kieran was kissing Celeste; it was the fucking kiss itself.
The way he gripped her and pressed her into him, the expert, hungry way his lips glided over hers.
The way it made me think of all the other times Kieran had kissed me, and I felt so absolutely, completely, fucking stupid.
