Maria.
"Maria! Do you realize what you are doing?" Aidan's voice cut through the hallway sharply as he strode toward us.
His footsteps were quick, heavy against the floor, each step carrying the storm of emotions written clearly across his face.
When I turned to look at him, the expression in his eyes was impossible to miss…disbelief, anger and something else, something deeper and maybe disappointment.
His gaze burned into me like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Like the sight of me standing there with Noah was something he had never imagined could happen.
But instead of making me feel guilty, the look on his face only irritated me further.
The way he stared at me—like he had the right to judge me—made something rebellious stir inside my chest.
Before I could even think about it properly, I turned back toward Noah, and pulled him toward me.
Our lips met again, harder this time, more desperate. The kiss was no longer just passion, it carried a reckless edge now.
