Megan POV

The kiss isn’t sweet or soft.

It’s hot and harrowing. The way Jack grabs my chin, keeping me in place as he ravages my mouth, has me seeing stars.

This is the first kiss I’ve shared with another male since Kael died.

I thought I would feel more guilty, but I couldn’t think past my wildly beating heart, this all-consuming desire within me. It’s like I had been starved of water for so long, and this is the first sip I’ve gotten in years.

This shouldn’t feel so right.

But it does.

There is a twinge of guilt inside of me, which keeps growing.

What is this desperate...