DIANNE POV
I pressed my hand against my chest as Rolf finally exited the room. The ache in my teeth lingered from where I had bitten his arm during his ill-timed attempt to hug me. I cursed my own forgetfulness for not locking the door. It was his fault for pulling my thoughts away from reason.
Earlier, in the kitchen, his kiss had sent me spiraling. I allowed myself to savor it for just a fleeting moment before reality hit, and I pushed him away. When he turned his back on me, it only intensified my frustration.
At that moment, I vowed never to let him kiss me again. I labeled him as the crazy one, but perhaps I was the one losing my grip. My body reveled in every caress, even as my mind fought against it. The warmth of his lips still lingered on my skin, a memory that kept me restle
