You knew better than to get involved with someone like Josh. Arrogant, infuriating, and far too good-looking for his own good—he was the one man who made your blood boil with a single smirk.

And yet, you couldn't stay away.

"You love arguing with me, don’t you?" Josh leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with that knowing smirk.

You rolled your eyes. "I love proving you wrong."

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Funny. Because every time we fight, you look at me like you want to kiss me."

Your breath hitched. Damn him. He was too perceptive, too smug—too right.

You shoved at his chest, but he caught your wrist, holding you there. His touch sent a jolt of something electric through you.

"You drive me insane," you whispered.

His grip tightened ever so slightly. "Good. Because you’ve been driving me crazy since the moment I met you."

And then, before you could talk yourself out of it, you crashed your lips against his—hard, desperate, full of every argument left unsaid.

Josh groaned against your mouth, pulling you flush against him. This wasn’t love. Not yet.

But it was something just as dangerous.