Sam's P.O.V.
Returning to class after the library felt like stepping into a dream I couldn’t wake up from. My heart was still racing, my lips tingling from the kiss with Jax. The weight of it was pressing against my chest, but I couldn’t quite grasp it. I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t know what to make of the kiss, the way it had felt too natural, like it was meant to happen. And yet, everything about it was wrong.
I slipped into the back of the classroom and found my seat without meeting Kyle’s gaze. My hands were still shaking. Every time I looked up, I felt the heat of his gaze on me, and it made me want to crawl under the desk. How could I face him after everything? After everything I had felt in the library with Jax?
The bell rang, signaling the start of class, but my mind was
