6
Serena’s POV
The house felt more suffocating than usual. Or maybe it was just me.
Maybe it was the way Ronan had been watching me all morning, his golden eyes tracking my every movement, and his presence making me feel uncomfortable.
Maybe it was the way my body still ached from last night, sore in places that had nothing to do with discomfort and everything to do with the way he had taken me hard, like he had something to prove.
And maybe, just maybe, it was because I was starting to realize something I didn’t want to.
I was falling for him.
I hated the thought. Hated the way it curled inside me, settling deep in my stomach.
I needed space. Air. A chance to clear my head before I did something reckless—like admit it out loud.
I grabbed my coat, heading for the door.
I didn’t
