Cassandra’s POV
I froze, my heart still racing as Axel’s lips stilled against my neck. Slowly, he pulled back, his breathing ragged as his eyes met mine, wide and dark with frustration and something deeper.
We turned together, and there she was. Brittany.
Her arms were crossed, her lips curled into a smug smile, but her eyes burned with pure, unfiltered hatred.
“Well, isn’t this cozy,” she said, her voice dripping with venom. “Looks like someone’s been busy.”
I shoved Axel back, my face flaming as I yanked my dress back into place. “It’s not what it looks like,” I stammered, though I could still feel the ghost of his hands on my skin.
“Oh, save it,” Brittany sneered, taking a step closer. “You’re not fooling anyone, Cassandra. Though I’ve got to say, you sure work fast.”
