The Party: After Midnight | Celia, Adrian, and Open
The heat that ran through her when his lips touched her shoulder reminded her of the days before the full moon. The intensity, the lack of control, all of it. It should have been a tip that something was off, but she didn't care to think about it long enough. She didn't want to think about it. Instead, she turned herself in his arms so that she was facing him. Her finger traced along a line of paint that was on his chest, watching it for a moment before she grinned up at him.