Reeva POV
I stare at my plate, barely noticing the stew cooling under the flickering candles. The hall is filled with the low hum of conversation, the occasional burst of laughter, and the clinking of cutlery. But all of it passes over me like fog.
Goddess, that kiss.
It had knocked the air out of my lungs. Not because of its suddenness - though it did surprise me - but because of how good it was. My mind keeps playing it: the pressure of his mouth against mine, the slight tremble in his touch when I did not pull away, and the fire that had lit in my blood when our lips parted.
It was not supposed to feel like that. I expected heat, sure - Hayden is nothing if not infuriatingly attractive - but I did not expect that pull, that ache. That feeling like I have just been seen. Touched. Cla
