STELLA'S POV
The silence of the room felt more suffocating than usual, as if the walls were beginning to close in on me.
I stared at the ceiling, replaying that moment over and over again—
The kiss.
His touch on my body.
The way my heart raced not only when he was close, but when he touched me. Oh God.
My body had betrayed me, and the way I walked away… my chest tightened just thinking about it.
Why did I leave? Because it was wrong? Because I was scared? Or because of how right it felt?
I sat up, running a hand through my tangled hair. James was unpredictable and reckless, but at the same time gentle. I found myself craving him more and more.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face. Those eyes. And I didn’t want to let him go because of how unsure I was of…
My phone buzzed o
