Something inside me twisted—a deep, primal instinct flaring up at the way she looked at me. That smug expression, the way she spoke, as if she had just seized the upper hand. My pride burned at the edges, then finally snapped the moment her mocking tone sliced through the air.
'What the hell…'
I glanced around, catching the subtle shifts in everyone's expressions. Her words had landed with precision, drawing attention to the flustered look on my face. But she had misunderstood the reason entirely.
I wasn't embarrassed because she had kissed me.
Why would I be?
She was beautiful. And being kissed by a beautiful woman wasn't something to be ashamed of.
Yet, the heat in my chest coiled tighter, hotter.
The instant she tried to pull away, I moved.
