The morning after was quiet in the house, but the air between them felt heavier than ever. Every glance, every touch seemed to carry weight now, a dangerous promise neither could ignore. Selene moved through the kitchen carefully, pretending to make coffee, but she could feel Adrian behind her, just a step too close.
“You didn’t sleep,” he said, voice low, almost dangerous, from where he leaned against the counter. His gaze roamed over her, sharp and possessive, lingering longer than necessary.
“I didn’t need to,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady, even as her stomach tightened. She could feel the memory of him everywhere—the feel of his hands, the heat of his mouth, the rough dominance that still tingled over her skin.
Adrian stepped closer, until she could feel the heat rad
