FREDERIC POV
I kissed her.
I didn’t plan it.
There was no thought between looking at her mouth and doing it, no final argument with myself, no sensible voice reminding me of every reason I should get the f**k off her.
One second Ella was under me, breathing hard, her fist still twisted into my shirt, and the next my mouth was on hers.
Fuck.
For the first heartbeat she went completely still.
That was enough to bring some small, horrified piece of my brain back online.
What the f**k had I done? What the f**k had gotten into me?
I was better than this. I wasn’t the kind of man my father was. I wasn’t—
Fuck.
I started to pull away, my gut twisting and my hands beginning to shake.
Then Ella kissed me back.
Her fist tightened in my shirt, keeping me right where I was, and she bit my
