~ Sylara's POV ~
A foolish smile kept tugging at my lips as my fingers drifted over the dresses hanging neatly on the golden clothing rack. The soft fabrics brushed against my skin, but truthfully, I wasn’t seeing any of them.
My mind was somewhere else.
It was completely, hopelessly wrapped around Nicholas and what had happened between us inside that stall.
Heat rushed to my cheeks at the memory, and I bit down on my lower lip, trying—and failing—not to smile.
Thank God no one caught us together.
But deep down, a reckless part of me wished something more had happened in there.
It was insane.
Completely insane.
Yet the thought of him touching me again made my body hum with restless needs.
I loved the way he made me feel.
Just thinking about him made a warm pool between my thighs
