Third Person's POV
But tonight, he had...
Zander looked down at his open collar, where the hickeys and scratches from Elena still marked his skin.
His fingertips could still recall the wet, slick texture of that red leather bodysuit, and his lungs felt heavy with the memory of her intoxicating scent.
He closed his eyes in agony. He felt like he couldn't even look Liana in the eye.
Even though he had eventually pushed Elena away, that split second of hesitation—that surge of raw desire and the physical reaction he had just by remembering it—made him feel like a total traitor.
"Liana, I'm so sorry..." he cried out in his head. "I love you so much. I'll make it up to you. I'll spend the rest of my life making this right."
"Please... don't hate me..."
"Liana... Liana..."
He repeated h
