Rhoda's POV
TWO DAYS LATER
It had been two days since his touch, his lips, his kiss, and I'd be lying if I said I had forgotten about it.
I hadn't.
Every moment replayed in my mind like an unforgettable melody even when I was awake.
And when I closed my eyes at night, the memories followed me into my dreams, teasing and reminding me of what I had felt in his arms that night.
His touch was magic, setting my skin on fire in ways I never thought possible. I hated that I craved it, that I longed for it.
My body betrayed me, whispering sinful desire and wishing he would do it again.
But my mind, the rational part of my mind screamed for me to stay away.
To remember the consequences. To not forget who he was and what he had done even in the past.
Lucian wasn't home today and I had no
