Maya’s Point Of View
I stood frozen in the middle of my living room long after Lucas left, the taste of his kiss still burning on my lips like poison. I wiped it off again, harder this time, even though it was long gone.
I hate him.
I hated the way his words crawled under my skin, slithered into my mind, and scratched at the fragile walls I had built around myself. I hated the way he said things I feared were true. I hated that, and for a moment, I felt something when he touched me.
I wasn't going to fall for that.
Lucas’s scent still clung to me like smoke, an invisible trail of shame I couldn’t scrub off no matter how hard I tried. I had already showered. Twice. Yet I could still feel the phantom of his lips pressing against mine, his voice ringing in my ears like a curse.
‘You’re broken. Just like me.’
“No,” I muttered bitterly, dragging my fingers through my hair. “Not like you. Never like you.”
Kaiden wouldn’t have left me if I were like Lucas.
Kaiden wants me.
Didn’t he?
Kaiden
