* * * Hayden’s POV * * *
My shaking hands hold the photograph closer to my eyes. I take in every detail, trying to remember the feeling, the exhilaration of that moment. The moment our lips touched for the briefest of moments, and at that moment there was no doubt in my mind about what I was feeling. And it wasn’t one-sided. The way she leant in, the way her hands touched me. She wanted me too.
My breath catches as I remember the sensation of her body against mine. Her subtle curves and warm skin were within reach.
Charles clears his throat and brings me back from above the clouds to the room buried beneath a flooded city.
“How in the moon goddess’s name did you get this?” I ask him. “This is beyond classified. Not even us UC’s have access to this kind of footage. Never mind a phot
