CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

ZOEY

My fingers dug into the skin, the pain grounding me as my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Alexei's retreating figure, broad and sun-kissed, receded into the twilight, each step a hammer blow to my already bruised ego.

"Shakily" doesn't begin to describe the way my body betrayed me. My legs trembled, the ground beneath them suddenly unsteady. My breath, shallow and ragged, hitched in my throat like a sob I refused to let out.

The kiss, oh God, the kiss. It was a supernova, a collision of galaxies that left me breathless and dizzy in its wake.

No one, not the awkward boys in school or the drunken fools at parties, had ever kissed me like that. Alexei's lips, rough yet tender, had claimed mine with a possessive hunger that sent shivers down my spine. His hands, calloused yet somehow gentle, had cupped my face, tilting it up to meet the storm of his desire.

And