Maeve’s POV
I locked myself in the bathroom like I needed protection from my own thoughts.
The door clicked shut, soft but final, and I stood there for a second longer than necessary with my hand still on the knob. My heart was doing that stupid thing again. Fast. Not panic-fast. Worse. Awake-fast. Like something inside me had been nudged and didn’t know how to settle back into place.
I stared at my reflection.
Same face. Same eyes. Same woman who had survived worse nights than this.
So why did a kiss...soft, careful, asked for without words...leave me feeling more exposed than being dragged out of my pack years ago?
I turned on the tap and splashed water on my face. Cold enough to snap me back. I leaned forward, gripping the sink, breathing through it like I used to after nightmares
