*Angel’s POV*
I slammed the door to my room, the noise echoing in the quiet house. The party had been over for hours, but my mind was still buzzing, replaying every second of that kiss—her lips, the way she responded, how I didn’t want to stop. It was driving me insane.
I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. That was the whole point of kissing her, to prove that whatever pull I felt toward her was just some stupid crush that I could get over. A kiss and it would be done. But now, sitting here in the dark, my back pressed against the door, I knew I had made a massive mistake.
Because the kiss wasn’t nothing. It was *everything.*
I rubbed my hands over my face, frustrated with myself. My heart was still racing, and I could still feel the softness of her lips against mine, the way her body
