Emma's POV
The night dragged on, every second feeling longer than the last. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to silence the chaos in my mind. But no matter how hard I tried, the thoughts of Leo refused to fade.
His kiss, his touch, the way his lips had claimed mine—it was all I could think about. The memory of it was burned into me, like a flame that wouldn’t stop burning. His scent still lingered in my senses, warm and intoxicating, making me crave him even when I knew I shouldn’t.
I turned onto my side, hugging my pillow tightly, but it didn’t help. My chest felt heavy, my heart pounding as if it wanted to burst free and chase after him. "God, get it together, Emma," I muttered under my breath, but the words sounded hollow. How was I supposed to get it together when e
