Leona POV
I lay curled in the corner of my room, light creeping through the curtains, drawing thin stripes across my skin. Blankets tangled around me like child’s toy.
My chest still beats fast from yesterday’s memory—his voice, the way he pressed me against the wall, the hunger in his voice, the fierce clench of his hands in my hair. It shouldn’t feel so… right. But it was. So impossibly right.
Memories of him come back in vivid shards: his lips skimming my jaw, his fingers clutching me like he was afraid of losing something precious. I feel torn—like I’m both undone and made whole in the same moment. My body still tingles, wanting more while my heart braces for the ache that always follows.
Tears prick my eyes, soft and steady. I bite my lip, trying to stop them. It doesn’t matter th
