ADELE’S POV

I couldn’t believe it.

Lucien was kissing me.

Not a dream. Not my imagination filling in the blanks of everything he’d denied me for four long months. His mouth was on mine—hot, demanding, angry like he’d finally snapped and decided to take what he’d been pretending he didn’t want.

My heart slammed so hard against my ribs it hurt.

For a split second, I was frozen. Too shocked to move. Too stunned to breathe. Because this was the same man who’d spent months pulling away the moment things got heated. The same man who wouldn’t look at me for too long. Wouldn’t touch me. Wouldn’t even stand too...