The conflict twisted inside my chest, tangled with the lingering taste of him still on my lips.
I wanted him.
God, I wanted all of him.
But at the same time, I knew I wasn't going to give in that easily.
I wasn't going to let him write the rules of my game, because in my life, I'm the one who calls the shots.
And I knew that no matter how intense, how overwhelming everything we'd shared that night had been, I would never confuse it with my responsibility to Sophia.
She was my priority.
Nothing—
Absolutely nothing—
Was going to make me blur those lines.
Not the way he looked at me.
Not the way he kissed me.
Not even that sinful body of his that had already begun haunting even the shortest dreams I managed to steal before dawn.
I eventually fell asleep in the middle of that emot
