The heat from the beach was still humming in my veins as I hurried into the house. I didn't stop until I was safe inside my bedroom, the door clicked shut behind me. I pressed my back against the wood, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I touched my lips. They were swollen, stinging from the salt and the sheer force of Damian’s mouth.
He had kissed me.
It wasn't a staged kiss for a camera. It wasn't a cold transaction. It was a collision of two people who had been fighting an invisible war for weeks. But the way he had pushed me away afterward—the sudden ice in his eyes—hurt more than his coldness ever had.
I showered quickly, trying to wash away the sand and the feeling of his hands on my skin. But no matter how hot I turned the water, I couldn't get warm. I dressed in an oversized cash
