Narda's POV
I still stood rooted in the foyer minutes after he had walked out on me.
The silence of the house stretched around me like a shroud. Not even the wind dared breathe through the open window anymore. All I had heard was the faint echo of his slammed door… his study, no doubt… that was his haven, and then there was the chaotic rhythm of my own heart trying so hard to settle.
My hand moved to my lips.
I didn't mean to do it, but I traced them with trembling fingers. They still tingled from the passion it had tasted. Still held the heat of his mouth. Still remember the way he kissed me like a man starved and drowning all at once.
Why did I let him?
Why did I want him to?
A sigh escaped me, long and shuddering. I felt the weight of what just happened cling to m
