Lyra' POV
His lips were on mine before my brain could even process what was happening. My eyes widened, shock rooting me in place, and then he kissed me harder, pressing closer, the scent of him stronger in the air, wrapping around me, making it impossible to think clearly. For the first time in seven days, I felt my wolf stiffen, tense, ready, and that was when I finally snapped.
"What—"
I shoved hard against his chest, the impact echoing through the room as I staggered back, breath tearing out of me in sharp, uneven pulls. "What are you doing?!" I yelled, my voice cracking as I put as much distance between us as the room allowed.
My back hit the desk. His presence still loomed too close, too overwhelming, like the air hadn't realized yet that he'd stepped away.
Ethan lif
