Still a Monster

♡Astrid♡ I slid my fingers into his hair, and just like that, he kissed me back. His arm tightened around my waist, shaky and desperate, pulling me closer. And, well—it didn’t feel fake. Not even with a pair of eyes on us. His tongue brushed mine, and I pressed a hand to his chest to stop him before things went too far. Because if we didn’t, this wouldn’t end well. We might as well start acting out a porn scene. He must’ve caught the signal because his hand swept along my back before he pulled away. I gave a tight smile and looked off to the side. “I’m surprised you’re back this early,” I muttered, finally meeting his eyes again. They looked like a lighter shade of brown—my favorite kind. That color made him look easygoing, warm, and even funny. But when his eyes went cold, he turned into someone else completely. Detached. Unreachable. “Yeah?” he murmured, running his fingers through my hair. God, that felt so calming. His gaze flicked past me, and I knew—he’d seen her. He raised a bro