JADE's POV
“If proving me wrong was your goal,” Silas said, his voice low and charged, “then let me prove you wrong.”
Each word brought him closer, and by the time the last syllable left his lips, his mouth was on mine. Gentle at first, but there was an undeniable pull that left me hypnotized. His tongue brushed against my lips, seeking entry, and before I knew it, I was kissing him back.
My fingers clung to his sweater as if they didn't want to let go. It was like a struggle to be closer to him. His tongue slipped into my mouth and at that moment when he kissed me, pulling my lower lip, everything turned upside down. It was as if he made me forget who he was and who I was. What kind of punishment was it to be burning with such desire when I hated him?
Why was it so impossible to resis
