Liora’s POV
I knew.
From the moment I followed him back to my room with those bottles of wine in my arms, I knew exactly what I was doing. I knew this was not harmless and I knew this was not “just a drink.” and I knew that once I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, something in my life would shift but last night, I did not want to be careful for once, I did not want to be the woman who measured every emotion, who stepped back before she fell too far, who protected herself from disappointment before it even arrived.
Last nonight, I wanted to feel when I kissed him, I was not thinking about today. I was not thinking about work. I was not thinking about how impossible we were. I was thinking about the way he had looked at me in the cellar. The way he had almost closed the distan
