Chapter Two: The Echoes of a Kiss and the Weight of Responsibility
The air in the penthouse crackled with a tension that was both volatile and charged. I was too stunned to react when he suddenly pulled me close, his movements swift and decisive, and crushed his lips against mine. The kiss was a force of nature, a tempestuous storm that devoured my mouth with an almost desperate hunger, as if it were his last meal, a final indulgence before a long journey. When he finally broke the kiss, a breathless gasp escaped my lips, and I instinctively covered my mouth with the back of my hand, a gesture of both shock and defiance. My eyes, narrowed with a burning fury, met his, and only then did I realize that Bonnie had been watching us the whole time, his expression a mixture of surprise and amusement.