The kiss burned through Lana like fire.
For a moment she forgot everything — the arguments, the confusion, the hurt — until reality crashed back in with brutal clarity.
This was exactly what had happened the night before.
Passion first.
Regret after.
Her hands, which had instinctively clutched his shirt, suddenly pushed against his chest.
“Stop!”
Martin broke the kiss instantly, but he didn’t step away fast enough. She shoved him harder this time, forcing distance between them.
Her breathing was uneven, her eyes bright with emotion.
“We can’t do this again,” she said, voice shaking. “I won’t repeat last night.”
Martin’s chest rose and fell heavily. The heat from the kiss still lingered between them, but the tension in the room had changed — sharper now, more dangerous.
“Lana—”
