Kolton's face contorted with raw shock as he witnessed Kimi's lips meet Kirk's. His hands curled into tight fists, knuckles whitening with barely contained rage. A guttural growl escaped his throat, slicing through the party atmosphere like a blade.
The primal sound sent tremors through Kimi's body, yanking her back to reality. She jerked away from Kirk, her heart hammering against her ribs.
As she stared into Kirk's eyes, the brutal truth crashed over her. The kiss had been hollow, mechanical, like two actors performing for an audience. When their lips touched and moved together, there was nothing. No fire, no passion, no connection. Only the haunting memory of how alive she felt when Kolton kissed her, how every nerve ending sang under his touch.
