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Chapter 5

Author: Sabastine
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-01 23:20:23

Novah’s POV

The kiss scorched every thought out of my head.

His lips were hard—almost bruising—and I didn’t even know how to respond. One moment I was spitting fire, hurt and angry, tired of chasing a ghost of affection. The next, Ashton’s hand gripped the back of my neck like I was something he owned—like I was something he claimed.

There was no gentleness in his kiss. No hesitation. It was rough, heated, possessive… and frightening in its intensity. My lips parted in shock, and he took that as invitation—his mouth pressing harder, his body practically caging me against the wall. My heart leapt into my throat. His fingers dug into my waist like he didn’t want to let go.

But then—just like that—it was over.

He pulled away.

I stood there, breathless, stunned, dazed. Ashton’s chest rose and fell, a storm brewing in his eyes. His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking.

And then—

He stormed off.

Just… walked away, leaving me like a shattered glass sculpture with no one to pick up the pieces.

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