"Ethan, dear? Are you in here?" Amelia's voice rang out softly as the door creaked open, her tone casual, unsuspecting, filled with motherly warmth.
But inside the room, chaos unfolded in an instant.
Ethan froze the moment he heard her voice. His pulse quickened, his breath caught mid-air. Panic surged through him like a jolt of electricity.
There wasn't enough time to think—only to react. The thought of his mother seeing them in such a compromising position sent a chill down his spine.
Without hesitation, almost on instinct, he reached out and pulled Angel closer, his hand settling around the nape of her neck. Their faces were inches apart—too close, too fast.
And then, before either of them could speak, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a desperate attempt to make it look like something... else.
Angel's eyes widened in disbelief, her body going rigid beneath his touch. She wasn't prepared. She hadn't expected it.
