Samantha
The kiss lingered, stretching the silence between us. When Jack finally pulled back, his breath was ragged, and his eyes were dark with something deeper than desire. For a fleeting moment, everything—the anger, the hurt, the confusion—seemed suspended, leaving just the two of us, lost in the bubble of an unfamiliar calm.
I blinked, struggling to gather my thoughts, my mind still racing from the intensity of the kiss. Outside, the city lights blurred by as we sped through the streets, but my focus was entirely on him. My lips still tingled, and my heart thudded wildly in my chest.
But reality crashed back in, heavy and unrelenting.
I pulled away, wrapping my arms around myself as if trying to shield myself from the storm of emotions. "Jack, I—"
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, cuttin
