Lennox's POV
Fuck.
I wanted to kiss her back.
Everything in me was screaming to. My body leaned toward her before my mind could catch up, before reason could remind me of everything at stake. Her lips were warm. Familiar. Too familiar. For one terrifying second, it felt like coming home.
But I couldn't.
I couldn't let this happen again.
So, with what might have been the hardest decision of my life, I pulled her away and stepped back, putting space between us. My heart was hammering so hard it hurt.
"What are you doing?" I asked hoarsely as I wiped my mouth with the back of my palm, more shaken than I wanted to admit. My thoughts were a mess. Shock. Desire. Panic.
Our eyes met.
I expected guilt. Regret. Anger.
But that wasn't what I saw.
I saw certainty.
Something sharp and knowing burned in her gaze, like she had just confirmed something she'd been searching for.
My stomach dropped.
I swallowed hard. "You—"
