Maria.
I stormed out of Noah's room, the door slamming harder behind me than I intended.
My chest rose and fell rapidly as I walked down the hallway, my steps sharp and uneven. The heat that had built inside me moments ago still curled through my body like a stubborn flame refusing to die out.
Damn him.
The memory of his lips—so close to mine just minutes earlier—refused to leave my mind. The way he had kissed me so fiercely at first, only to suddenly pull away like I had done something wrong.
And then he had simply walked out.
As if nothing had happened.
As if I hadn't been left standing there, confused and burning with feelings I didn't even understand.
I clenched my fists as I continued walking through the long corridor, trying to clear my head.
But the moment I turned the next corner…I froze. My breath caught sharply in my throat.
What I saw ahead made my heart pound violently against my ribs.
Noah.
And Anabel.
They stood far too close to each other.
