ANDY
After I pushed us apart, I tried to move away, but Kal moved before I could step back.
His hand caught my waist, and his mouth found mine in a kiss that was far too confident for a man who had no idea what I was thinking.
That's what made the slap hurt so much. Disappointment in him didn't drive my palm into his cheek. It was fear of what it meant that I had liked it.
My palm cracked against his cheek, and Kal's head snapped to the side.
I was furious with myself for not pushing him away the first time.
I shoved him backward and straightened my shirt. "Don't ever do that again."
Kal's hand slowly dropped from his side, but he didn't try to stop me.
I walked out without giving him another word.
The moment I stepped into the main clubhouse, the conversations died again.
I didn
