Chapter 13 Kiss

As Cayson goes to talk, Olivia moves to cover his mouth with hers, pressing her lips against his and wrapping her arms around his neck. Cayson pushes back, his body slamming hers against the wall, causing a loud thud to sound around the room as he moves his hands to grasp her hips. His body shivers slightly as he catches glimpses of her power, her hands tugging his hair roughly. He brings his hands gently to her shoulders, pushing her away, his lips swollen and red and his face flushed.
“I-I should go,” he stammers, and he runs out the house, and into the trees. Quickly shifting form, his mind replays everything. There is no hiding this; Gwenael will have seen as soon as he shifted.
Olivia stands shocked; why the hell did she kiss him? She walks to the bathroom, brushing her teeth quickly and tying her hair back in a messy bun. As she climbs into bed, her mind reminds her of how his velvet lips had felt against hers, his tight grip on her body before he’d ran away. Her body sinks into the old lumpy mattress, her arms covering her face in regret as she feels herself falling asleep.