KENDRA
I didn’t sleep.
Not really.
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the room washed in shadows and moonlight, my lips still tingling from the kiss I’d given him hours ago. A soft, stupid, reckless kiss. The kind I shouldn’t have allowed. The kind I couldn’t take back.
My heart wouldn’t slow down. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the look on Pascal’s face, not angry, not cold, just… stunned. Like for once, I had done something he hadn’t anticipated.
What if he regretted it? What if I made everything worse?
I should have just held on to my self-control instead of acting on my carnal instincts
By morning, my thoughts were a tangled mess. I got dressed slowly, deliberately, choosing a soft beige blouse and dark trousers, something that made me feel in control. My reflection in the
