Jaden’s POV
I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
Lucas’s fingers trailed slowly down my collar, brushing the skin above my chest. I felt it in every part of me. My breath hitched, and he smirked like he knew. Like he could feel the effect he had on me.
“You’re still so easy to read,” he whispered, his mouth so close I could feel the heat of his breath. “Some things don’t change.”
I swallowed hard. “You shouldn’t be doing this.”
“And yet…” His thumb traced the edge of my jaw. “You’re still standing here.”
My body burned. I hated him. I wanted him. I hated that I wanted him.
But God, I did.
I leaned in, just an inch, just enough to test him.
He closed the space.
His lips crashed onto mine—hot, rough, hungry.
I gasped, and he used that moment to deepen the kiss, tongue sliding against mine.
