Isla’s mind went blank for a moment, the world narrowing to the sensation of his lips on hers. Her hands instinctively pressed against his chest, not to pull him closer, but to shove him back. She broke the kiss, her cheeks flushed, and glared at him.
“Not out here!” she hissed, her voice filled with a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. She glanced around nervously, as though expecting someone to step out of the shadows and witness their exchange.
Lucian chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down her spine despite her irritation. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered,” he said, his voice low and teasing.
“I’m serious!” Isla snapped, her voice still hushed. “You can’t just...kiss me...wherever you feel like it! What if someone saw?”
He smirked, clearly enjoying her disco
