Mirabelle's POV:
We stared at each other for a while. I was about to leave, to put this strange, confusing moment behind me, when he grabbed my wrist, his grip was surprisingly strong.
“Ken, let go,” I said, but my voice lacked conviction.
His eyes were glary and intense. “No,” he said softly, pulling me closer, his face inches from mine. Before I could react, he moved, his body pressing me back against the bed. I was too shocked to move, his breath was warm on my skin.
“Ken, stop—”
But he didn’t. He leaned in, slowly, his lips almost touching mine.
“No!” I yelled, shoving him back with all the strength I had left. He stumbled, and I was on my feet in an instant, my heart pounding.
I backed away, my hands trembling. “You need help, Ken.” I remarked. “But it’s not going to come from
