_Ezekiel’s POV_
I pulled away first.
I don’t fully understand why, even now. Some instinct survived the moment intact even when everything else in me clearly hadn’t.
For one second, just one, something in me wanted to stay exactly where I was. The kiss had been real in a way I hadn’t expected, warmer and more perfect than anything I’d planned for, and some part of me was already mourning the fact that it had ended before it had properly begun.
I looked at Pierre’s face, hopefully, thinking he felt the same.
But to my disappointment, I saw the opposite of what I wanted.
The irritation arrived fast, faster than I expected. His jaw tightened and his eyes went sharp. He stood up so quickly that I feared he might fall over.
“Pierre…..”
He was already walking away and d
