Elena's POV The kiss started as an accident, a brief brush of lips fueled by too much wine and something unspoken in the air between us. But the second one—that wasn’t a mistake. That was deliberate. Slow. Adrian’s hand curled around the back of my neck, drawing me closer. His lips moved against mine with a confidence that made my stomach clench. I could taste the wine on his tongue, warm and heady, mixing with my own. I should have pulled away. Should have remembered who he was, where we were. But logic was a distant whisper, drowned out by the thundering of my pulse. Somewhere in the background, a polite cough broke through the haze. I pulled back slightly, my breath coming too fast, my skin too hot. Adrian’s gaze was heavy-lidded, unreadable. “Let’s get out of here,” he murmured. A warning bell rang faintly in the back of my mind, but it was overpowered by the way his fingers traced slow, deliberate circles against my thigh. I exhaled shakily. “Where?” His lips curved into
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