Cynthia Dion: 

My heart raced inside my chest as I stared at Enzo, my mind still processing the forceful kiss he had forced upon me just an hour ago. The memory of his tight grip and his lips on mine without my consent sent shivers down my spine. Anger and frustration bubbled within me as I did my best to avoid making eye contact with him.

"Don't tell me my jacket reminded you of that kiss we shared," he remarked, his voice dripping with confidence. But he appeared oblivious ...