With her palms flattened on his chest, Claire gawked with wide eyes. Neither able to believe it nor understand it. What the hell was even going on? She thought. Why was he kissing her? Wasn’t he…angry? Wasn’t he committed? Hadn’t he moved on? What did she do to make him so agitated? Thousands of thoughts like such grew in her mind. At the back of her head, she knew something was terribly wrong with this situation.
They needed to talk. Sort this out.
But how?
The way his lips pressed against hers, and his grip on her neck kept on tightening, she couldn’t even move, to think straight seemed nearly impossible.
“Vin…” Against his lips, she murmured, hands shoving against him, trying to create some distance, so he could think and she could breathe.
To her dismay, however, he didn’t even bu
