Brandon's POV
I locked my eyes on hers, refusing to waver. My voice came out steadier than I felt, edged with the kind of firmness you use to nail a box shut.
"Casey, there's nothing going on between me and Chloe. You know why? Because she's with my brother, Seth. I could never—"
The words jammed in my throat.
A swift pull.
Her lips crashed into mine before I could even finish the sentence.
It wasn't gentle, wasn't searching. It was fierce, desperate, greedy—like she wanted proof more than affection. For a fraction of a second, shock froze me. Then heat surged, my anger rose like wildfire through my veins. I shoved her back, hard enough that she stumbled.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I snapped, My voice tore out, sharp and ragged.
My stomach twisted in disgust. My heart thrashed against my ribs. The taste of her still clung to my mouth like poison I couldn't spit out.
