Rebecca
We kissed long and hard, the argument between us dissolving like vapor as Cole’s lips claimed mine. It wasn’t gentle—no, it was desperate, punishing, like he was trying to prove a point. Perhaps he was. I couldn’t think beyond the fire spreading through me, the way his hands gripped my waist as if letting go would shatter the fragile truce this moment had become.
Before I could process it, he scooped me up effortlessly, his lips never leaving mine. The air between us crackled with heat, each kiss pulling me deeper into a haze I didn’t want to escape. My brain screamed at me to stop—to remember the sharp words we’d exchanged, the way he had cornered me, accused me. But my heart, my traitorous heart, silenced all logic. I was intoxicated. How could I be so taken by this man? How co
