Alex pulled back abruptly, his breath ragged, and his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. The reality of what had just happened hit him like a freight train. Victoria stood before him, her cheeks flushed, her icy blue eyes burning with an intensity that made his guilt spiral.
"This shouldn't have happened," Alex muttered, running a hand through his hair, his voice barely above a whisper. He stepped back, putting distance between them as shame clawed at his conscience.
Victoria tilted her head, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Why not, Alex? Don't tell me you didn't feel that. For once, you weren't thinking about anyone else. Not your father, not that girl - just us."
"There is no us, Victoria," Alex snapped, his voice firm now as he gathered his composure. "There hasn't been for a long time."
