Flora's POV
I stood in the center of my bedroom, staring at the closed door, my chest heaving as if I had just run a marathon. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely zip up my shorts.
What the hell did I just do?
I pressed my palms against my hot cheeks, my mind spinning into a chaotic blur of guilt and panic. I had promised myself distance. I had sworn, right here in this very room, that I would put up a wall to protect my peanut and keep things simple while Victoria was invading our space. But the moment Eugene touched me—the second I saw that raw, uncharacteristic desperation bleeding through his hard exterior—every single one of my defenses had turned to ash. I had melted. I had let him pull me under, and worse, I had wanted it just as fiercely as he did.
"Get it together,
