Nia’s Pov
Before I could pull away or summon the words to push him off, he leaned in, closing the distance between us in one fluid motion. His face was inches from mine, that steady gaze holding me captive, and then his lips crashed against mine, sudden, demanding, igniting a spark that raced straight through my veins.
I froze, my hands instinctively pressing against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as I tried to resist. This wasn’t part of the plan, wasn’t how I’d imagined shutting down his probing questions. My mind screamed to shove him back, to reassert the boundaries I’d been clinging to, but his mouth moved with a hunger that dismantled every defense. Soft at first, coaxing, then deepening as his tongue traced the seam of my lips, seeking entry.
A muffled pr
