GINA’S POV
The world blurred at the edges—just for a second—before Klaus’s lips crashed into mine, rough and desperate, stealing the breath from my lungs. His grip on my wrist was iron, fingers digging into my skin like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go.
For a heartbeat, I froze.
Then reality slammed back into me like a fist to the chest.
I shoved him—hard. His boots scraped against the gravel as he stumbled back, his eyes wide, wild, like he hadn’t even realized what he’d done until he saw the fury twisting my face.
"Klaus!" My voice was a razor-sharp hiss, my pulse hammering so loud I could hear it in my ears. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
His chest heaved, his lips parted like he wanted to say something—apologize, explain, beg—but no words came. Just that look. That damn
