Scarlett POV
I froze, my eyes widening as Ethan's face came into focus—his lips pressing firmly against mine. This wasn't a chaste peck or a polite gesture; it was a possessive claim. His hand was warm and demanding on my waist, pulling me flush against his hard, shirtless chest.
The shock lasted only a second before the adrenaline from the fight and the lingering anger at the sisters boiled over. I reached up, my fingers curling into his damp hair, and kissed him back. I poured every bit of my emotion into it.
