Chapter 26
Breaking Point
(Esha’s POV)
I could still feel the ghost of his lips on mine.
It was a sensation I couldn’t shake off, no matter how hard I tried. The way his mouth had crashed against mine—rough, bruising, and yet… there had been something desperate in it too. Like he was trying to convey something he couldn’t put into words, like he was trying to tell me all the things he wouldn’t say out loud.
It didn’t make any sense. Nothing about Andy made sense. He’d kissed me as if he couldn’t help himself, like he’d been pulled by some invisible force, and then—he just left. No explanation, no apology, no indication that it had even happened.
It was maddening. He was maddening.
I stumbled through the streets of London, my mind a whirl of confusion, frustration, and something else
