Sharon’s POV

The kiss started gently, almost tender. But as the seconds passed, it grew more intense, more passionate. My mind flickered back to the first time we kissed, back when a haze of drugs and bad decisions fueled everything. This time, it was different—no substances clouding our judgment, no blurred edges to soften reality—just us.

I felt Douglas's breath against my skin, hot and ragged, as his hands roamed my back, pulling me closer. His ...