After her shattering revelation, Lena barely slept that night.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Zayn’s face beside hers, felt the warmth of his breath on her neck, remembered the way he had touched her as though he couldn’t stop himself, remembered the way her own body had yielded and answered him like it had been waiting for him all her life — and every fresh wave of memory sent a jolt of panic through her chest so sharp she had to sit up just to force herself to breathe.
The terrifying truth had settled deep into her bones:
She was falling for him.
Not a little.
Not slowly.
Not cautiously.
But with a force that felt like it could tear her in half.
By morning, Lena made a decision — the only one she believed might save her sanity — she had to pull away from him emotionally,
