Her lips were soft.
Warm.
She tasted faintly like strawberry and something sweeter—something dangerous. The kind of sweetness that made you forget logic and consequence.
The moment my mouth claimed hers, it wasn't gentle, neither was It careful. It was real.
And it burned.
For one insane second, she didn't move. She just froze—like the world stopped spinning.
And then—
She shoved me. Hard.
"What the hell are you thinking, Adrien?"
Her voice cracked against me like a whip.
I took a breath. My pulse was a war drum in my ears.
"Isabella—"
"No."
She stepped back like I'd physically burned her. "You don't get to do this. You don't get to kiss me like that. This—this isn't even part of the contract."
Contract.
Of course. That's all we were supposed to be.
But I'd broken that. Crossed the line twice.
And worse—I wanted to stay on the other side.
My jaw clenched. I couldn't blame her for the fury in her voice, the betrayal in her eyes. I deserved it.
