Maris slammed the door to her room shut behind her, her face burning hotter than the sun. She could barely breathe, her heart racing as she leaned against the door, trying to steady herself. The memory of what had just happened played over and over in her mind, the light, fleeting touch of her lips against Lucan's sending shivers down her spine.
"I kissed him," she whispered to herself, as if saying it out loud would somehow make it less real. Her hands instinctively went up to cover her burning cheeks, but it did nothing to stop the flood of emotions rushing through her. It wasn't the first time she had kissed him. No, she had stolen a kiss before, but that had been different.
