The moment Isla’s lips met Lucas’s, everything else faded.
For weeks, she had been fighting this. Fighting him.
Telling herself that this was all a game, a strategy, a business move.
But now, with his hands gripping her waist, his body pressed against hers, she couldn’t pretend anymore.
This wasn’t fake.
This wasn’t a game.
And Lucas Reyes?
He wasn’t just a mistake she could erase.
He was a fire she couldn’t put out.
Lucas tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his hands sliding up her back, pulling her impossibly closer.
Isla gasped against his mouth, her fingers curling into his shirt.
She should stop.
She should pull away.
But she didn’t.
Because for the first time since this entire mess started—since the fake engagement, the secrets, the lies—this was real.
And that?
That
