Eventually Mika pulled back from the kiss.
Their lips separated with a soft, wet sound, and Nadia's eyes fluttered open. Her gaze was hazy, unfocused, as if she had just emerged from a deep, beautiful dream.
Her mind was still swimming in the afterglow of what they had just shared—the taste of his mouth, the heat of his tongue, the way he had held her so possessively.
But then reality crashed back down on her.
'Oh no!'
'I-I messed up again!'
She had been so overwhelmed with emotions, so completely consumed by how Mika was playing with her body—that she had lost control.
She had kissed him back with abandon. She had let her body respond in ways that left no doubt about her true feelings.
And now he knew.
'Oh, Nadia, how dumb can you be?'
She berated herself internally, her inner voice sharp and merciless.
'You already messed up once. Then twice. And now you've done the same thing again!'
'Are you really the same Battle Angel that everyone looks up to?'
