Fiona
The kiss still lingered between us when we finally pulled apart.
Flavian didn’t move away immediately. His hand was still at my waist, like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.
Neither was I.
But then he exhaled softly, like he was forcing himself back into control.
“I should walk you to your room,” he said quietly.
I nodded, even though a part of me didn’t want the moment to end.
We walked the hallway in silence, our steps unhurried. The house had gone completely still, the kind of quiet that only came after a storm had finally passed.
We stopped outside my door.
I turned to him.
And before I could overthink it—
“Do you… want to come in?” I asked.
The question came out soft. honest.
His expression changed instantly.
Something deeper surfaced in his eyes. Something raw a
