Alice’s POV
It’s been a week since the kiss, and trust me when I say—I’ve replayed the whole scenario in my head more times than I care to admit.
No matter how hard I try not to think about Brian, I can’t seem to shake the memory.
The way his hand felt, firm and sure around my waist. The warmth of his breath. The quiet strength in the way he held me close.
His scent—clean, expensive, and completely him—still lingers like a ghost on my skin.
And the way he looked at me right after…
When he pulled his lips away, he didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.
For the first time, something flickered behind those cool, calculated eyes.
A glimmer—no, not a glint.
It wasn’t empty. It wasn’t lifeless.
That look… it’s been haunting me.
It’s distracting.
It’s alluring.
And if I could choose,
