MIKE
This is torture.
I sit here pretending to focus on Olivia's lips while my whole world crumbles across the contest area. Winter is kissing that bastard Nathaniel like he's the only man alive, and I swear my heart is going to explode.
She looks so lost in him. So completely absorbed. The way she's kissing him—that's how she used to kiss me. That passion, that heat, that complete surrender. It belongs to me.
My hands shake as I watch Nath's fingers tangle in her hair. That's my hair to touch. My woman to kiss.
I tried to stop this. I begged Winter not to participate in this stupid kissing contest, but she looked at me like I was some stranger bothering her. Like I meant nothing.
She's going to hate herself when she remembers. Winter loves me more than her own life—she
