Alyssa’s POV:
The moment I slammed the door to my room shut, I felt pain in my chest. The kind that threatened to suffocate me, as I stood there, leaning against the door, trying to catch my breath.
But the kiss… Killian's hands on me… the memory burned through my skin like acid.
My body trembled with a mixture of anger, confusion, and disgust. Why did I freeze? Why did I let him?
I shoved away from the door and started pacing around the room, my feet moving faster than my brain can keep up.
The heat from his touch still lingered, as if it soaked into my very skin, and I couldn't get rid of it. It made me feel dirty, like I was crawling out of my own skin, trying to escape.
But there’s nowhere to run.
I wanted to scream, punch something, anything to make the anger and frustration
