Bianca Harrison's POV
The sharp impact against his chest stole my breath, but the worst part… wasn't the fall.
It was him.
His lips against mine. One second. One damned second that was enough for the world to stop and then explode into a thousand pieces inside me.
I pulled away abruptly, crawling across the grass as my chest rose and fell, ragged.
He, with feline agility, was already getting to his feet. My eyes met his… cold, calculating. Like a predator's. Although something in them… something had frozen.
My mind was a whirlwind. I got up as best I could.
I looked at him… and there he was, so perfect, so rigid, so… unbearable.
Without thinking, my hand rose on its own.
Slap!
The sound of the slap broke the silence between us. He didn't move. Not an inch. His face, perf
