CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR
Kendrick's eyes widened as Zara pressed her lips to his.
For a moment, he started to give in, parting his lips slowly and closing his eyes.
But then—
He gripped her shoulders gently but firmly, peeling her off him. "Zara, you don't want—"
"You don't know what I want, Kendrick," she cut in, her breath warm against his cheek. "Another distraction? Maybe. But I want you."
She grabbed his collar, tugging him closer. "I want you, Kendrick."
He swallowed, his hands twitching at his sides, aching to touch her.
His breath hitched, chest rising fast. He was seconds away from losing control.
Every nerve in his body screamed for her. But he didn't want to be a mistake—he didn't want to ruin what they could have.
Then she said the words that shattered the last bit of restraint inside him.
"I know it's you. It's always been you. My secret pen pal."
His heart stilled. 'She found out?'
He stiffened. His throat tightened. "You… know? How?"
