I didn’t let go.
Instead, I kissed her.
Hard.
Bella gasped against my lips, but I didn’t give her a chance to protest. My hands gripped her waist, pushing her back onto the bed.
She was already flushed from what she’d been doing earlier, her skin warm beneath my fingertips, her breath uneven.
I should have stopped.
I should have listened to her.
But I couldn’t. No, I didn’t want to.
"Jesse, don’t," she whispered, trying to push against my chest.
I didn’t budge. My weight kept her pinned beneath me, my hands caging her in.
"Why?" I murmured darkly. "Would you prefer him touching you instead?"
Her eyes widened. "What?! No—"
"Then why, Bella?" I leaned in, my lips brushing over the tip of her ear. "Why did you let him kiss you?"
She shivered beneath me. "It wasn’t like that—"
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