Alondra’s Point of View
My breathing was still heavy as I adjusted my blouse and tried to pull myself together in my seat.
What had I just done? I ran a hand through my hair, attempting to calm my racing heartbeat.
“I shouldn’t have acted like that,” I said without looking at him, my voice barely audible.
Jeremy watched me, his intense gaze as if trying to memorize every detail of what had just happened.
“I wish you’d act like that with me every night,” he said with a cocky smile, leaning in again.
He threaded his fingers through my hair, caressing the nape of my neck, and before I could stop him, he kissed me again, with that passion that completely obliterated my common sense.
I gently pushed him away, though my body was still burning. “I’d better go up to my apartment.”
His gaze
