Stefan’s POV
I propped myself to sit on my king's size bed, unbuttoning my shirt as I did so. My kiss with Eve still lingered in my mind, just as vivid and intense as when it first happened.
I could still feel her lips on mine, the taste of her, the way she had looked at me afterward, like she wanted to run as far away as possible. And maybe that was what hurt the most. How much she wanted to run from me.
I sighed, shaking my head in an attempt to get rid of the thoughts of her but it wasn’t working. Every time I blinked my eyes, I saw her. Every time I tried to breathe, it felt like she was the air I needed.
Thankfully, a soft knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. I didn’t need to ask who it was. I already knew that it would be Emilia. She was the only one who would dare to appr
