I stood there looking at him. The clock on the wall kept moving. 8:29. Thirty-one minutes left. Lydia would be outside waiting. If I missed her, everything was finished.
Deucalion watched me. His eyes were dark. He wanted me. I could see it. The smell of Aria was still on him, but that did not matter now. Nothing mattered except getting him finished and out of the way.
I made my decision.
I closed the gap between us in two steps. My hands went up to his face. I pulled him down and kissed him hard. His mouth opened in surprise. I pushed my tongue against his. He groaned and kissed me back, one hand sliding into my hair.
I broke the kiss just enough to whisper against his ear. “Why don’t you let me do it today?”
He pulled back a little. His eyes searched mine. “What?”
“Let me take care
