Daniel Froze.
The kiss was warm and impulsive, clumsy in a way that shattered his resolve. His eyes widened in shock.
He should have stopped it.
But he didn’t.
The world narrowed to breath and closeness and a feeling he couldn’t name—something old, something familiar, something dangerous he couldn’t explain.
And then the night blurred, slipping quietly into darkness.
Morning came too quickly.
Luna woke slowly.
The first thing she noticed was the silence.
The second was the ceiling.
It wasn’t hers.
Her body stiffened as awareness crept in, followed by a sharp, throbbing ache behind her eyes. She pushed herself upright, heart pounding, scanning the unfamiliar room.
Then the memories came.
The bar.
The bottles.
His voice.
The kiss.
And everything after.
Her chest tightened.
