MINA
I quickly covered my lips with both hands and glared at him. The thunder was completely forgotten at this point.
“You can’t,” I said, my voice muffled behind my palms.
He chuckled in amusement.
What was wrong with this man?
“Right,” he said, shaking his head. “Sorry for asking.”
He turned onto his back, staring up at the ceiling like the moment had never happened.
At that moment, I stared at the side of his face—and, unfortunately, at his lips. There it was again. The sensation. That heavy, fluttering pulse in my chest that made no sense. It was like something inside me was tugging toward him, trying to close whatever space existed between us.
It wasn’t normal.
But still, I felt it.
Maybe it was because I remembered it too clearly—the night when everything was dark and he
