Breathlessly, she brushed her tongue into his mouth, letting it retreat as she pressed her lips to his, more fully, despite the sting. Her body hummed for him, and ached with more than pain. If it were anyone else, Elle would think it was just new and different, but she was so sure it was more. He was more. Maybe she even cared about him. She'd told him the truth, right? Without even thinking about it, she told him exactly what Angela was like to keep him for herself. To protect him. Like she was a good person.

She smiled gently against his lips, melting against his strong warmth. Being a good person had never felt right before.