The room was thick with silence, broken only by the sound of Amelia’s unsteady breathing as she stood at the door, her back still pressed to it from where Enzo had cornered her. He hadn’t moved away since the kiss. And neither had she.
He was still so close—his body caging hers in. His breath warm against her cheek. Her skin still buzzed from the feel of his mouth on hers. She hated how fast her pulse raced for him. Hated it because she should be angry. She should have pushed him away. But instead, her fingers were clutching the fabric of his shirt like it was the only thing anchoring her to the ground.
“You don’t want this,” she whispered, barely able to get the words out.
“Liar.”
His voice was low, gravelly, hot.
She turned her face away, heart hammering, lips parted but saying noth
