SOPHIA’S POV
His lips crashed against mine and the world tilted. My first instinct was to shove him back, to remind him I wasn’t some possession he could parade around.
But my body betrayed me.
My fingers curled into his shirt, and I let him kiss me because God help me, I wanted it.
The kiss wasn’t gentle or patient. It was heated and demanding, and it made my pulse race in ways I didn’t want to admit.
When I finally tore my mouth free, I was breathless and furious and something else I didn’t dare name.
“You can’t just kiss me to shut me up,” I snapped.
His eyes were dark and steady on mine. “Maybe I can. Maybe that’s the only way to make you listen.”
My chest rose and fell, my heart pounding loud enough to drown out reason.
I wanted to scream at him, I wanted to kiss him agai
