POV: Gina
The moment Prince Caleb left the room, my knees nearly gave out. I stood there beside his desk, staring at the closed doors like they had personally betrayed me.
What in the actual hell was wrong with me?
My fingers lifted slowly to my throat, where his breath had touched moments ago. The skin still felt warm. Sensitive, I felt alive in a way I haven’t felt in my two lives.
The room smelled overwhelmingly like him now: smoky pine mixed with the smell of earth after it had just rained, all steel and male. It wrapped around me like invisible hands, making my thoughts slippery.
“Get it together, Gina,” I whispered harshly.
Instead, my body replayed every second, the way he looked at me, his voice at it deepened when he got close. The way his hand settled against my waist like
