HAS LYSANDER WON KYLIE'S TRUST?
I lay in bed, the cool sheets against my skin as I pulled them up, feeling vulnerable. The room was dim, shadows stretching along the walls, and I could just make out Lysander’s figure standing beside me. His gaze was unreadable, watching me in a way that made my heart race. Then he stepped closer, his presence almost overwhelming in the quiet room.
“Are you cold?” His voice was soft, almost a murmur, but it sent a shiver through me. He reached out, his warm hands moving up and down my arms, igniting goosebumps despite my nerves. The room felt colder than ever in my exposed state, and I tried to stop the tremble that slipped through my body.
As he started undressing, a knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach. I had a feeling of what he wanted tonight, and
