Chapter 174Mark's POV
"Are you… going to kiss me, Mark?"
Jane's voice was soft and slurred but sharp enough to slice through the fog in my head.
I froze. My grip on the table tightened as I looked at her, really, really looked at her.
The curve of her mouth. The faint flush painting her cheeks. The way her gaze locked onto mine like a dare.
God. She looked so much like Lily in this state.
I told myself to walk away. To turn around, leave this room, forget this moment.
But I didn't move.
Instead, a wild, reckless thought crossed my mind, and I let it sit there and marinate, warm and poisonous.
For someone like me. someone who's been living in quiet ruin ever since Piper destroyed my peace and Joe stole everything else. this felt like a sweet dream.
Real, reckless and dangerous.
And I hadn't felt that in a long while.
