Luther
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
What did I do?
Why did I get so upset?
He didn't do anything with the man. Why did I have to claim him when I knew he wasn't mine?
"Lucinda will kill me," he breathes out after the kiss.
Lucinda isn't even the problem.
I am the problem.
Fuck.
"Don't think about her right now Brandon," I tell him calmly even though I am spiralling. That kiss was nothing like drinking from him. I felt everything in that moment and all I want is more.
I want to taste him again.
I want to feel every part of him.
Brandon's eyes meet mine, and his gaze's a mixture of confusion, desire, and uncertainty. It's clear that he's as taken aback by our passionate kiss as I am.
"I don't know what came over me," he admits in a soft, almost breathless voice.
