“Were you Pri-ya the entire time?” I gasp and try to duck my head so he can’t see my eyes. My eyes betray me sometimes, no matter how hard I try, especially when my feelings are intense. He grabs my head and holds it with two fistfuls of my hair, forcing me to look at him. “I knew it—you weren’t!” His mouth is on mine, he has me against the wall. I can’t breathe and I don’t care. He is exultant. “How long?” he demands.
