Emily's POV.
My brain short-circuited.
Cole Grayson was kissing me.
His lips were firm, demanding, pressing against mine like he had every right to take what he wanted. Like this wasn’t insane. Like I wasn’t Emily Hart…the same girl he had humiliated and torn apart seven years ago. The same girl he had looked at like trash beneath his feet.
And yet, here he was. Kissing me.
For a split second…just a damn second…my body betrayed me. My breath caught, my fingers curled into fists at my sides, and the warmth of his mouth sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. The night air was cool against my skin, but his touch was fire. My heart slammed against my ribs, confused, angry, dazed.
Then, reality crashed over me like a sledgehammer.
What the hell was I doing?
I shoved him. Hard.
Cole
