Chapter 85. Accusations and Denial

Avery’s POV

The lingering warmth of Dylan’s kiss sent a shock wave through my body, leaving my senses reeling. My lips burned from the contact, not just from the heat of his mouth, but from the sheer wrongness of it all.

It was a brand, a mark that seared itself onto my soul, a reminder of the tangled web of emotions that bound us together. His touch, however brief, had awakened something within me, a dormant fire that flickered to life despite my best efforts to extinguish it.

It was a betrayal of my own making, a weakness I couldn’t afford to indulge.

My heart pounded heavily and erratically as I tried to pull myself together. A part of me, buried deep beneath the layers of anger and betrayal, whispered that it felt right, that it ignited something inside me that I had no business feeling.

It was a treacherous whisper, a siren’s call that threatened to lure me into dangerous waters. I wanted to deny it, to push it away, to bury it so deep that