Chapter 43: Realization
ARIEL'S POV
I hated that my lips couldn't resist. My hands flew to his neck for support, every nerve inside me awakening so fast. I kissed him back—too hard, too desperately—for a little more than a few seconds before I came to my senses.
My eyes flew open and I pulled away like he burned. My palm met his face before I could even think, forcing him to stagger back, rubbing the spot.
“Why the hell did you do that?” I snapped, breathless, like I’d just finished a relay race.
His tongue swiped his lower lip, as if he was consciously trying to savor the lingering taste of mine. His eyes were red, but it didn’t look like anger... more like restraint.
My heart roared for too many reasons, guilt creeping in at the thought of his fiancée downstairs.
"Answer me. Why
