**Elena**
The morning air brushed against my skin as I stood at the edge of the balcony, my fingers gripping the railing.
But I couldn’t enjoy it. Not really.
Because all I could feel was the heat crawling up my cheeks.
The memories of last night slammed into me. Each one more intense than the last.
My face felt like it was on fire. And speaking of fire… the mark on my neck felt like it was glowing. Like it had come alive and was trying to break free from under my skin.
God, it burned.
Xavier and I had s*x.
Not just once either. Multiple times. And every time, it felt better and better.
I didn’t plan for that to happen. Not now. Not yet.
But it did.
Still… there was this pit in my stomach. Doubt. Gnawing and sharp.
Did he think I was Helena?
Or… Elena?
Would it have happene
