Alina’s POV
Morning came too quickly, pulling me from restless dreams that were filled with various pairs of eyes…amber, green, dark—each one staring at me as if I held secrets I didn’t know.
I’d barely slept after leaving Maddox’s room, my mind replaying that kiss on an endless loop. The taste of whiskey mixed with a sense of urgency lingered with me. The vulnerability in his voice when he asked me to stay made my heart ache in ways I didn’t understand.
I pressed my fingers to my lips, still feeling the ghost of it.
Stop, I told myself firmly. It was a mistake. He was drunk. You were emotional. It didn’t mean anything.
But deep down, I knew it did. That was the problem.
I forced myself out of bed, pulling on jeans and one of the knitted sweaters I’d borrowed from—actually, I wasn’t
