Angelina Pov,
The next day came so quickly, the dawn breaking with a harsh light that seemed to mock the turmoil of emotions swirling inside me. The events of last night replayed in my mind like a broken record, each moment etched in vivid detail, each emotion raw and unfiltered.
I had tossed and turned in my bed, the weight of the unspoken hanging heavy over me like a shroud. Sleep had eluded me, my mind consumed with thoughts of the almost-kiss that had hung between Kingston and me like a fragile thread, threatening to unravel at any moment.
The memory of his gaze, intense and searching, lingered in my mind, a silent echo of the desire and uncertainty that had passed between us in that charged moment. The sudden clap of thunder that had shattered the fragile bubble of intimacy had be
