Daphne’s POV
Is this really happening? My lips were locked with Miles’s, the taste of alcohol thick on his tongue as it filled my mouth. I wanted to stop—I needed to stop—but my body betrayed me. My eyes fluttered shut, and before I knew it, I was kissing him back. His hand cradled the back of my head, pulling me closer as if to deepen the moment.
Then, reality crashed down on me like a tidal wave.
My eyes snapped open. What am I doing?!
“Stop!” I gasped, shoving him away with all the strength I could muster. He stumbled backward and landed on the floor with a dull thud. My chest heaved, heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape.
Miles groaned from the ground, but before he could react, a familiar voice cut through the air.
“Daphne?”
Reynold.
My stomach dropped.
