The sun crept in through the tall glass windows, spilling gold across the cream sheets and the cool marble floor. Malia’s eyes blinked open to the faint hum of the city below, the kind that always seemed too far away from Kieth’s penthouse—like a world she no longer belonged to.
Her body was still. Too still.
Her heart beat in that heavy, unsure rhythm that comes after a moment you can’t take back. The kiss. It was all she could think about.
She hadn’t slept much. She’d spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, her lips tingling with the memory of his mouth, her chest rising and falling too fast whenever she replayed the way his voice had sounded against her skin: low, certain, claiming.
Nothing touches what’s mine.
Those words wouldn’t stop echoing. They filled the spaces betwe
