Kimberly
The moment Cindy drove off, I shoved Kendrick away, my breath still uneven from… whatever that was.
“What the hell was that?” I demanded, glaring at him.
Kendrick didn’t look the least bit concerned. If anything, he looked pleased. His smirk was infuriating, and the lazy way he ran a hand through his hair only made me angrier.
“That,” he said smoothly, “was strategy.”
“Strategy?” I repeated, still stunned. “You kissed me—in front of her!”
He shrugged, completely unbothered. “And now Cindy thinks she’s the fool. That was the goal, wasn’t it?”
My fists clenched at my sides. “You could have warned me, Kendrick! You can’t just—just grab me and—” I faltered, my mind still spinning from the way his lips had felt on mine. From the way my traitorous body had responded.
“What did
