Isabelle’s POV
The kiss was a mistake.
I knew it the moment it happened.
But it didn’t stop me from leaning into it, from letting Damion’s hands cradle my face, from feeling that dangerous, magnetic pull he’d always had over me.
It was reckless. Uncontrolled. Desperate.
And then—
“Isabelle?”
The sound of Brian’s voice sliced through the air like a blade.
I wrenched back from Damion, my breath catching as the heat between us shattered into a thousand pieces of cold, hard reality.
Brian stood frozen in the doorway, his face pale, his eyes wide with shock and hurt.
The papers he’d been holding slipped slightly in his hand, as if he’d forgotten he was even holding them.
No. No, no, no.
“Brian—” I started, scrambling to fix this, to explain—
But he was already backing away, his exp
