I was pressed against the wooden door. A hot, urgent kiss crashed down on me. I hesitated for a second… then kissed him back.

My response spurred Kane on. He’d only meant a quick, teasing kiss—but once he started, he couldn’t stop.

After a long while, I leaned weakly against his chest, my pink lips swollen and parted, cheeks flushed, breathing messy—still recovering from the kiss.

It wasn’t our first time being intimate, but my heart raced uncontrollably. Even my voice came out hoarse.

“Why are you here?” And why did you drag me into a kiss the second you saw me?

The old Kane would never dare do this....