Chapter 23 Dressed Like A Queen, Treated Like A Mistress

• I waited for a while after Sirius left, my hand absentmindedly touching my swollen lips and his words running through my mind over and over again. Elise, the next time I am on my knees for you, you will be madly in love, begging for me to love you.
• I shuddered at the words. Did I want Sirius on his knees for me? Why do my lips still tingle after one single kiss? Why is my stomach still reeling from the force of the cartwheels? How could Sirius ever make me fall madly in love with him?
• I shake my head, my hair falling in my face as I crawl away from him, scooting my butt back across the bed. I pull my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them. My hands run along the bedsheets as I try to ground myself. My fingertips graze the sharp corner of a card, and I remember Alston’s noye.