# Kaira's POV

I tried to pull away from him gently, but it was useless. His grip was tight and desperate, and my shoulders ached under the pressure, my breath catching in my throat.

A voice called my name, faint through the walls.

It was Camille's voice, drifting through the door.

They probably wondered why I’d jumped up so suddenly, abandoning their so-called 'gossip session.'

Oliver didn't seem to hear it. Or maybe he did but pretended not to. His face stayed pressed against my ...