~ELENA~
My legs feel like they're made of air as I climb the stairs and walk down the hallway.
Each step is shaky, as if the floor might fall out beneath me at any second.
I don't glance back at the door I just left behind.
Because I know what I'll see.
Him.
Still standing there.
Fighting himself.
Fighting me.
The hallway is dim, and the silence stretches…heavy and electric, thick with everything we didn't say.
But my heart is louder.
It pounds in my ears, in my chest, in my throat.
Every inch of my body still burns from his kiss.
That kiss…
It wasn't soft or sweet.
It was desperate.
Possessive.
Dangerous.
And still, I wanted more.
By the time I reach my bedroom, my hands are shaking. I close the door behind me gently and press my back against it.
I close my eyes.
But
