Sam's P.O.V.
I freeze in shock. His lips are on mine—heavy, urgent, and every inch of my body tells me to pull away, but something inside me twists, yanking me toward him instead. The words he just said echo in my mind, louder than the rush of blood in my ears. I’m in love with you, Sam. I always have been.
What is this? What is happening?
I push against his chest, but he’s solid, unyielding. The grip he has on me is a raw mix of desperation and tenderness, as though he’s afraid I’ll slip away if he lets go.
My mind is screaming at me to stop—to shove him away and run. But my body betrays me, responding to the heat between us, the pull I’ve been fighting for so long. The chemistry, the history, the hurt—it all collides in this moment, crashing over me in waves.
Finally, I break away,
