Zee’s POV.
I got out of the cab, still unable to shake off what had happened back at the club. I couldn’t make sense of anything; I mean, nothing made sense back there.
First of all, something was terribly wrong with Denver. The bruises on him confirmed that. And for the most part, he was a terrible liar.
His actions tonight left me more confused than ever, and I hated that I couldn’t stop replaying that kiss in my mind.
It was so unexpected, yet I couldn’t push him away. There was something in the way he kissed me, it was almost like he was pleading at first, begging me to open up.
It wasn’t like the first time he kissed me. This felt different.
That first kiss had been calculated, meant to shield me from the other students and their mocking stares. I’d understood that. It was prote
