It was a hot kiss, even more passionate than the one they had shared at the locker room that day. Luke's lips moved against her with expertise, tugging and licking her lower lips while his arms wrapped around her waist, pressing her closer to his chest.
However, Luke never knew that the girl he was kissing in his arms was imagining someone else. To be precise - Damon. Nessa couldn't explain it but the instant Luke kissed her, guilt gnawed at her.
But why? She hadn't done anything wrong except kiss Luke who permitted her, hence it wasn't really a crime. It had bothered her even as Luke claimed her lips, until she placed her hand on his chest to push him away when something happened.
Her dream from that morning somehow overlapped with her reality and before she knew it, the Luke standing in front of her became Damon and she was kissing him back with fervor.
