Anna stormed back to her room, her heart hammering with a whirlpool of emotions. Fury boiled in her veins, but beneath it simmered something she refused to name—something that stopped her from tearing Daniel apart with her bare hands.
She slammed the door shut, pressing her back against it as though she could block out the world. Her eyes closed, her chest heaving as she tried to calm herself. But then—like a cruel reminder—his lips returned to her memory.
That kiss.
Her eyes flew open, blazing.
"Ah… how dare you kiss me, Daniel!" she screamed into the empty room, her hands flying up to her mouth as if she could scrub the memory away. She rubbed furiously at her lips, wiping again and again, as though trying to erase the stain of his touch.
There had been a time—foolish, naïve, hopeless—when she had cherished that single kiss they once shared. She had replayed it in her head, treasured it like a fragile gem. But now? Now it was poison.
