ELARA
His lips brushed against mine—slow and teasing, but I was too stunned to respond, too frozen by shock.
Without a second thought, my hand flew up, the sharp crack of the slap echoing in the car. His head jerked to the side, and he tensed, instinctively poking his tongue against his cheek where my palm had landed.
For a second, I expected him to react—to demand an explanation, maybe even argue. But instead, he straightened, his expression calm as he reached for the car door handle.
The nerve.
Before he could leave, I grabbed his wrist, stopping him mid-motion. “Not so fast,” I hissed, my grip tightening as my gaze locked on his. “We need to set some ground rules. You don’t get to kiss me whenever it pleases you. That’s not how this works.”
Dave paused, his dark eyes flickering be
