Scarlet POV
I look down at my hands and admit what I’ve been holding back.
“I want the whole thing. I want to feel overwhelmed. I want to lose control and see what that’s like. And maybe that sounds dramatic or risky, but it’s what I went to that club for in the first place. Not just to tick off a box. I wanted to feel something powerful. I still do.”
Zain doesn’t answer right away, and I can see it, he’s arguing with himself. Fighting between the part of him that protects me and the part that remembers what it felt like to lose control just once. The part that pinned me to a wall and didn’t think twice.
That part of him, I think, is still there. Waiting. I just don’t know if he’s going to let it out.
He's staring at me like I’ve just handed him a loaded bomb and asked him to juggle i
