Cyrus swooped down on Quinn, gripping the back of her head as he sealed her lips in a bruising, possessive kiss.
Quinn went rigid, her mind blanking. She tried to shove him away on instinct, but he trapped her against him effortlessly, leaving her no room to escape.
Only when she gasped for air did he finally release her, his forehead pressed to hers. His dark eyes burned with unreadable intensity.
"Quinn," his voice was rough, "after all this time, you have not changed. You are still shirking responsibility."
"What?"
Her eyes widened, genuinely baffled by his accusation.
"Never mind," he muttered, his jaw clenched.
With that, he slid back into the driver's seat, started the engine, and pulled onto the road without another word.
Back in Sutherton, the air was thick with unresolved
