MAYA

Panicked by how easily I was slipping, I pulled back first.

My heart was pounding so hard it was embarrassing, like my body had decided betrayal was the only response to basic self-control. Before I could do anything else impulsive—like stay there and let him kiss me properly, or forget every reason this was a terrible idea—I slipped into the car.

Silas leaned down slightly, one hand resting on the top of the door before he closed it.

“Good job,” he murmured, his eyes still dark with something I absolutely did not want to examine too closely.

“Right,” I said softly, staring straight ahead at the back of the...