Bella
The moment Miro’s eyes snapped open, the world seemed to stop spinning.
The soft, hazy warmth of the alcohol evaporated, replaced by a cold, sharp jolt of adrenaline and awareness.
My heart didn’t just beat; it thrashed against my ribs like a trapped bird.
I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth as I scrambled to pull back, to retreat into the safety of the shadows.
What was I thinking? I was a fool, a drunk, a woman who had just finalized a divorce and was now potentially ruining the only stable friendship she had left.
What would he think of me now? I kissed him in his sleep, for crying out loud. In his sleep!
I tried to pull back even further, but I didn’t get far.
Before I could even stand up, Miro’s hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around my wrist with a grip that was f
