Silence filled the room as Alice stared at Nate, her eyes wide with realization. Memories of what had just happened flooded back into her mind—the way her body had burned with an unfamiliar heat, the way she had lost control, and the way she had… kissed Nate.
Her breath hitched. What the hell did I just do?
Her heart pounded violently against her chest. She didn't even have an excuse—she knew what had happened, and though she had been under the influence of something, it didn't erase the fact that she had done it.
She swallowed hard, unable to meet Nate's eyes. Her fingers dug into the fabric of her clothes as she tried to calm her nerves, but before she could say anything, Nate spoke first.
"Alice," his voice was low, careful, like he was choosing his words wisely. "I should tell you something."
Alice stiffened.
"When you were unconscious, I…" He hesitated briefly, running a hand through his hair before continuing. "I kissed you."