THE MORNING came so slow. Lena tried to force herself to sleep, but she couldn’t even a wink. In the end, she rolled the blanket off her feet and stared at her sleeping daughter. The sun hasn’t shone, and Lena wants to go downstairs to prepare something for breakfast. However, she’s afraid to offend the maids again.
The memories of last night came rushing as soon as she got wet by the running water from the shower. She bit her bottom lip remembering how warm Lucian’s lips were. How he tasted against her lips. How he made her heart jump in excitement. There was no tongue piercing last night, but the hot kiss was the same.
“No,” she whispered to herself, like a reminder to never cross the line again. It was unforgivable, but she didn’t regret any piece of that memory. Instead, she wants to
