Lennox's POV
God, I wanted to pull away.
I wanted to end this madness.
But I couldn't.
The kiss… it felt so damn good.
Too good.
Her lips were soft, warm—nothing like Olivia's, yet somehow they still made my heart clench the same way. I hated it. I hated how my pain found comfort in someone else. But I didn't stop.
She didn't either.
My hands slid to her waist before I could think, and she leaned into me like she belonged there. The way her fingers curled against my chest… the way she exhaled like she had been holding her breath for hours…
It should've felt wrong.
It was wrong.
But at that moment, I didn't care.
Because kissing her made the screaming in my head go quiet.
Just for a second.
Just enough to breathe.
But when we finally pulled apart, both of us breathless, the silence between us was louder than anything I'd ever heard.
Her eyes met mine, filled with a thousand questions neither of us had the answer to.
