Freya didn’t know how she had slept at all.
Or if she even had.
Her mind had been a battlefield, consumed with the same unrelenting thought.
Why did I kiss him?
Why did it feel so right?
The heat of his body, the way he moved against her, the fierce, possessive hunger in his touch—
She couldn’t stop thinking about it.
The way his lips molded over hers, consuming her whole, making her feel like she was drowning in him.
The way he had growled her name in a voice so thick with desire it had made her stomach twist in knots.
The worst part?
She wanted more.
So much more.
Her body craved him, ached for him, yearned for him in ways she didn’t understand.
But she had freaked out.
She had run from it.
She had called it a mistake.
And now… she had no idea what would happen next.
Mor
