Lila’s POV
He pulled away from me first.
Not gently. Not rough either. Just finished.
The shift was subtle but unmistakable...the precise moment when closeness ended and distance returned. One second there had been weight and heat and motion, the next there was space. Air rushed in where his body had been, cool against skin that still burned.
My skin still felt too warm, too exposed, like I had forgotten how to be a person and not a surface. Every nerve seemed awake, humming with the aftermath, not pleasure exactly, but awareness. I stayed where I was, unshielded, unhurried. I had learned long ago that moving too quickly after only made men uncomfortable. They preferred stillness. It made them feel less guilty.
He didn’t look at my face when he stepped back. His gaze slid past me, unf
