Reckless Surrender

Astrid

The metallic taste I’ve been smelling for days hits my tastebuds as I press my lips against Prince Cassian’s. His mouth is warm and soft, even if I can taste a bit of what he had for dinner, which isn’t exactly appealing, but it doesn’t stop me from holding my mouth to his. He is stunned. I can feel it in the tension in his face. At first, he is unyielding, probably wanting to pull away fro