Chapter Eight: Paxton's POV

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I forced myself to keep walking even though every instinct screamed at me to turn around and look at Carlotta one more time. My hands were shaking slightly, and I shoved them deep into my pockets to hide the tremor. What the hell was I thinking, kissing her like that? The cafeteria had been the perfect place to make a statement - everyone would see, everyone would talk, and by the end of the day, the whole school would know that Carlotta Russo was off-limits. At least, that had been the plan. I hadn't expected to feel anything when my lips touched hers. Focus,Wolfe, I told myself as I made my way toward the exit. You did what you had to do to protect her from Gabriel. Nothing more. But even as I thought it, I knew I was lying to myself. The way she'd looked at me when I dismissed her q

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