Author’s POV Time seemed to freeze; Amy couldn’t fathom the fact that she was indeed being kissed. By the very person who seemed to hate her, or maybe loathe her existence. She had ruined him, and now she found herself being held by the very man who wanted her to leave him alone. She felt her heart racing wildly, almost slamming against her rib cage; the hands that fondled her waist and nape had brought her to the edge, eliciting a sound from her lips she never knew she could make. She wasn’t sure if she could call it a torment because