Hailee's POV
Nathan's mouth crushed mine, hot and rough, stealing the breath from my chest. I pushed him, my nails scraping his arms, but it was useless. His grip was strong, his body pressed into me like he wanted to melt me into the wall.
"Let me go," I hissed against his lips, but the words broke, trembling, because part of me didn't mean them.
"Never," he growled, his voice low, burning. "You can lie to them, Hailee. You can even lie to yourself. But you can't lie to me. I feel you."
My stomach twisted, heat shooting through me even as anger clawed at my throat. I jerked my head away, gasping for air, but his hand slid to my jaw, forcing me to look into his blazing eyes. Something invisible pulled me then—like a rope tied between us, yanking me closer no matter how hard I resisted. My chest rose and fell fast, my knees weak.
"Stop this," I whispered, but my voice shook.
