Amara's POV
I didn't remember leaving the cafe.
One moment Ethan's mouth was on mine, his thumb smearing gloss across my bottom lip like he had every right to, and the next I was in the back of a cab, my knees pressed together, watching the city blur past the window as if it belonged to someone else's life.
My lips still felt swollen. I kept touching them, then making myself stop.
This can't keep happening.
I had told myself those same words after the parking garage. I’d said them after the kiss that started all of this five years ago, if I’m honest, and look where that got me: a son who called a billionaire "the dinosaur guy," a boardroom full of people who now watched us like we were a soap opera rerun, and a heart that would not, could not, stay where I had put it.
By the time I g
