No, no, no.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We hated each other, he was supposed to accept my rejection so we could move on.
“You can’t force me into this,” I spoke. “You don’t even want me!”
“You’re right, I don’t. But you don’t get to decide how this ends,” his gaze hardened. He leaned in closer, so close he was only inches away from my lips. All I could think about was closing the distance between us. My heart pounded, and just for a second, I thought about giving in.
But then reality hit me.
No, not again.
I tried to brush past him, but before I could—Kylan pushed me back, grabbing my chin. His grip was firm, but not painful.
“I didn’t say we were finished,” Kylan tilted his head, then his lips crashed against mine.
My first instinct was to push him away, but I couldn’t. My
