Ravyn didn’t stop moving until the door slammed shut behind her. She leaned against it, her pulse thunderous in her ears, breath shuddering out of her in uneven bursts. Her lips still tingled from the kiss—his kiss—and the phantom warmth of Kade’s fingers on her waist felt branded into her skin.
She dragged her hands through her hair, half-laughing, half-groaning into the quiet. “What the hell was that?” she whispered to herself.
Why had he done it? Why had she let him?
She pushed away from the door and crossed the room in two frantic steps before her knees gave out, and she sank onto the edge of her bed. The room was dim, morning light barely seeping through the half-drawn curtains. Everything felt too quiet, too still—nothing like the chaos in her chest.
She pressed her palms to her
