Amara felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she stood up, trying to shake off the awkwardness. She could still feel the lingering tension from what just happened between her and Arthur, but the image of Dominic’s face—his unreadable expression as he walked away—kept playing in her mind.
“I should go talk to him,” she said softly, her voice betraying the uncertainty she felt inside.
Arthur leaned back, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched her, seemingly unbothered by the tension. “Just when the fun was about to start,” he muttered with a dramatic sigh. “Guess I’ll just go to bed now,” he added, standing up slowly as if the situation was no big deal to him.
Amara gave him a glance, feeling a mixture of emotions—guilt, desire, and a touch of confusion. She nodded, not
