Alex’s POV
Step by step, I crossed the space between us, each footstep powered by something I couldn’t control anymore.
And then without thinking I kissed him.
Hard. Aggressive. Desperate.
He pushed me off immediately, his eyes wide in shock.
“What the f**k is wrong w—”
I didn’t let him finish. I grabbed him again, crashing my lips into his, tighter this time, refusing to let go.
As if my life depended on it.
Just when I thought he would shove me off again—he didn’t.
He kissed me back.
Fiercely.
Hungrily.
As if something inside him had snapped and there was no turning back.
His hands gripped my waist, dragging me closer, mouths colliding like we were starved for each other. His kiss wasn’t gentle—it was bruising, possessive… desperate. Like he had been fighting this too, like
