Chapter 10: The Breaking Point

The party blurred into a haze of loud music, flashing lights, and too many drinks.

I wasn't drunk, but I was tipsy enough to make bad decisions.

And I was about to make the worst one yet.

I was dancing with some guy—I didn't even remember his name—when I felt a hand wrap around my wrist, pulling me away.

I barely had time to react before I was shoved against a wall in a quiet corner of the house.

Ethan.

His jaw was clenched, his eyes darker than I'd ever seen them. "What the hell are you doing?"

I scoffed, shoving at his chest. "Having fun. Isn't that what you're doing too?"

His grip tightened. "You think this is a game?"

I lifted my chin. "Isn't it?"

Ethan's eyes searched mine, something dangerous burning in them. And then, before I could stop him, his lips crashed against mine.

It wasn't like the first time.

This was desperate. Angry.

It was a battle neither of us was willing to lose.

And in that moment, I realized the truth.

We were never going to stop.

Because whatever this was between us—it wasn't just a game.

It was war.