I should have pulled away.
That was the first thought that flashed through my mind when Fannar leaned in.
The second thing I thought... was that I didn’t want to.
His words still echoed between us, sharp and impossible to ignore.
I tried to hate you.
I hoped you would die.
Any sane person would have stepped back at hearing that. Would have put distance between themselves and the man who had just admitted that. But I didn’t. Because the moment his lips brushed mine, everything else stopped mattering. The world narrowed to heat and breath and the undeniable pull of him.
And I kissed him back. Not hesitantly. Not carefully. I kissed him like it was the only thing holding me together. Like stopping would mean something inside me would shatter beyond repair.
His hand came up to my
