Lana POV
His lips were on mine before I could catch my breath.
Heat. Hunger. Memory.
Everything poured into that kiss—like a dam breaking, like thunder cracking open the sky.
I hated how much I still wanted him.
I hated how the taste of him could still set fire to the ruins of what we had.
My heart thundered against my ribs. Not because it was wrong—oh no, I’d tasted wrong before. This was worse.
This was the taste of what could’ve been.
Of what almost was.
Of the man who made me love him and leave myself behind.
His hands were gripping my hips like they belonged there, as if he wouldn’t let me go—despite everything he’d done.
His mouth demanded everything, taking what I never intended to give.
And the worst part was—I gave it to him. Willingly.
For a moment, I gave in like a
