The Three Who Chose Me

Josie

I stood frozen, my eyes wide as saucer pans.

My breath was hitched in my throat, my heart racing uncontrollably.

But then, whatever it was—fleeting as hell—I could barely register it.

I only got to feel his lips against mine for a brisk nanosecond, but his warmth and taste lingered much longer than that, as he dragged me across the floors.

Literally. Like it was the most normal thing in the world.

This man had no single gentle bone in him.

I could barely hold the gazes of everyone we walked by, my cheeks heavily flushed.

"Ah, Thorne," one of the men we breezed past slapped a hand on Thorne’s back, "a comely one you’ve got on your arm, huh?"

Uh, excuse me...comely?

What did that even mean?