Isabella froze, lips still pressed against Kian's. Her eyes flew open, wide, breathless, but she couldn't peel herself away fast enough. Glimora, cheeks scarlet, spun on her heel and bolted out of the room. The door slammed shut with a bang that echoed through the walls.
For a moment, silence hung thick and heavy.
Isabella pulled back at last, gasping for air, her lips tingling, her entire body trembling from the force of what had just happened. She sat there on top of him, hair falling loose around her face, her pulse racing out of control.
"Kian…" she whispered, her voice wrecked, unsure whether to laugh or collapse.
Her breathing was uneven, lips still tingling from his kiss, but what caught her more than anything was the way he was staring at her.
