Iva’s hands trembled.
But not from weakness.
From everything she was holding back.
With a sudden, sharp movement, she pushed Caleb away from her, the force catching him completely off guard, his body shifting back half a step as surprise flickered across his face.
For the first time since he had walked into that apartment—
He hadn’t expected her reaction.
Her fingers flew to her lips, as if she could still feel the burn of his kiss, as if she needed to erase it, to ground herself, to remind her body of what her mind was screaming.
Her eyes lifted to his.
Hard.
Unforgiving.
Filled with something far deeper than anger.
Hurt.
“How dare you…” she said, her voice low at first, but trembling with intensity.
Caleb frowned slightly, confusion mixing with the fading heat of the moment.
