𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀
"My lips are quite enchanting to you, aren't they?" Cyrus whispered.
Confusion flickered through me first, followed by a wave of cold, sharp mortification. I raised my leaden head off his chest to look at him, my body quivering. The easy smirk splitting his lips proved he wasn't guessing—he was recounting a victory.
"You stared," he continued, his voice smooth and agonizingly low. "You leaned in just enough for me to feel your breath. And then you licked your lips."
My heart stopped. I hadn't spoken a word—I couldn't—but my body had betrayed me anyway. That had not been some weird thought I'd kept to myself; I had performed it for him while I was too weak to hide.
