Windsor's POV
The kiss was meant to be quick. A desperate attempt to hide my face from Miguel's approaching footsteps.
But the moment my lips touched Zion's, everything changed.
He went completely still for a heartbeat. Then his hands slammed against the wall on either side of my head, trapping me completely.
And he kissed me back.
Not gently. Not softly.
This was rough, demanding, almost angry. His mouth moved against mine with an intensity that stole my breath and made my knees weak. One of his hands tangled in my hair, holding me in place while he claimed my mouth with a thoroughness that left me dizzy.
I'd never been kissed like this. Weston's kisses had been sweet, almost careful. This was something else entirely. Something that made heat pool in my stomach and my heart race for reasons that had nothing to do with hiding from my brother.
"Hansen!" Miguel's voice was right behind Zion now. "There you are."
