(Elara)
I knew he was watching me. I could see the outline of his figure from the study window. I wanted to tell him that I hated him for what he did. But I wanted him even more.
Kissing me like I was his and telling me it was a mistake.
The memory burned through my mind like it had only happened seconds ago. His hands, firm but gentle. His mouth, demanding yet controlled. That heat between us had been undeniable, no matter what lies he tried to wrap around it afterward.
I clenched my fingers around the edge of the bench, my nails biting into my palms as I forced myself to laugh at something Camila had said. I hated the way my body responded just knowing he was there, watching. It made me feel weak, like all it would take was one word from him and I would go running.
But he didn’t s
