Chapter 13

Sean pushed me back onto the couch. A sense of helplessness washed over me, the weight of his body pressing down on mine as his lips trailed kisses along my neck.

"Sean, please," I whispered, my voice tinged with desperation as I tried to push him away once more. "You need to stop."

But he seemed oblivious to my pleas, his hands roaming over my body with an urgency born of desperation, seeking solace in the familiarity of our shared passion.

"Sean, listen to me," I urged, my voice growing more insistent as I struggled beneath him. "You need to go home. You need to sort things out with Lilia."

He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting mine with a mixture of confusion and pain. "I can't," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "I can't face her, Mollie. Not after what happened."

"You're the one I love, Mollie."

"But why did you ruin my trust?"

My heart ached at the raw vulnerability in his voice, the depth of his pain mirrored in my own. But even as I long