Chapter 15 Lost Control?

Zoe's P.O.V.

I had always imagined my first kiss to be a tingling excitement, with butterflies in my stomach and a racing heart. But as Liam leans in to kiss me, I feel nothing—no flutter in my chest, no skipped beats, no spark or passion.

I turn my face away, avoiding his lips. "Liam, I'm sorry," I say, gently pushing him back. "I can't do this."

He looks at me, confusion and hurt written across his face. "Did I do something wrong?"

I shake my head. "No. It's just that I want to take things slow. I hope you don't mind."

His face softens, and he nods. "Of course, Zoe. I respect that."

"Thank you for understanding," I say, giving him a small smile.

Liam is kind and sweet, and I do like him, but why didn't I feel anything when he was about to kiss me? Maybe I just need more time.

Liam had brought me to his place from the club to show me his library, which led to this moment.

As we step out of his library, my phone dings in my sling bag. I take it out and see a text from Sky.

As I read i