Aurora's POV
The world stopped. The buzzing in my brain, the image of the dead man, the fear of the police—it all vanished in a heartbeat. The kiss was hard, desperate, and silenced every thought I had. It wasn't the kiss of a stranger; it was the kiss of a man who was trying to pull me back from the edge of a cliff.
My hands, which had been pushing against his chest, suddenly gripped his sweater. I gasped into his mouth, the heat of him flooding my senses and making my knees go weak. For a second, the mask between us was the only thing keeping me from losing my mind completely.
He pulled me along as he sat down on the bed, and before I could think, I was sitting on his lap, my legs draped over his powerful thighs. My mind was screaming at me. Aurora, this is wrong. He is the man who destroyed your life. He is your parents' killer.
