Alora's POV
Although I froze, Dante didn’t stop. His lips kept moving against mine, building momentum. I placed my hand on his shoulder to push him away, but he gripped them firmly in his own, pressing me further against the wall and pressing his body against mine as his lips continued to devour mine.
I couldn’t believe it. I was too dumbfounded to react. His lips tasted sweet, like pineapples, but there was a hint of alcohol in his breath. Was he drunk?
After what felt like hours but was just a few seconds, I finally gathered the courage and pushed him off me. I turned on my heel and bolted into the bathroom, shutting the door quickly behind me. I leaned against it, my heart pounding wildly in my chest like it would burst out at any second.
What the hell? I placed my hand on my chest,
