A Deal with the devil
Daphne’s POV
Was I dreaming? I had to be, right? Because there was no way Troy’s kiss could feel so real, so magical, like something straight out of a fairytale. I have been lying in this massive bed for what felt like hours, eyes squeezed shut, replaying it over and over. His lips on mine—fierce, warm, stealing my breath and leaving a tingling ache that wouldn’t fade, even after he’d walked out. My heart was still racing, my skin burning like he’d lit a fire under it. How could a kiss from a stranger—a man I barely knew—linger like this?
I groaned and rolled over, burying my face in the pillow to muffle a scream. This was a nightmare. No, worse—a beautiful, confusing mess I couldn’t escape. I’d only just met Troy, and now here I was, in his house, kissing him, thi
