~ Sylara's POV ~
I tried to tear my mouth away, but Nick only tightened his grip, deepening the kiss with a terrifying, reckless intensity. He kissed me like he didn't give a damn about the world. Like he wasn't afraid that any second, a student or a professor could walk right past this alcove and catch us red-handed.
Panic flared hot in my chest. Blinded by the fear of getting caught, I lifted my foot and brought my heel down onto his shoe, stomping on his foot as hard as I possibly could.
He hissed, his grip loosening just enough for me to wrench myself back against the opposite wall.
"What is your problem?!" I gasped, my voice a sharp, furious whisper. I frantically smoothed down my clothes, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.
"Do you even realize where we are?
