The kiss was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, longing, regret, and passion all tangled into one chaotic moment. His hands tightened around my waist, pulling me closer, as if trying to erase the distance we had both created. For a brief second, I let myself drown in it, in him, in the addictive pull he always had over me.
But then reality came crashing down like a cold wave, jolting me back to my senses.
I pushed him away with all my strength, my breath ragged as I stumbled back. “What the hell was that, Nicolas?” I demanded, my voice shaking from a mix of fury and confusion.
He looked equally disoriented, running his hand over his face as he took a step back. “I don’t know. I— I didn’t mean to—”
“Don’t lie to me!” I cut him off, my voice rising. “You knew exactly what you were doing. You
