Don’t freak out, don’t freak out!
You kissed him—it’s not a big deal. It was just a kiss.
Except… it wasn’t just a kiss.
The man showed me a sunset, held me like I mattered, looked at me like I was his whole world. How could I not kiss him?
Now here I am, in the shed behind the pack house where my clothes are, trying—and failing—to get dressed while I spiral. My hands fumble with laces and buttons, my heart pounding so hard I can barely hear myself think.
“Damn it!”
I huff in frustration, realizing I’ve shoved my left foot into my right shoe. Giving up, I flop down flat on the wooden floor, staring at the ceiling beams as though they might give me answers.
Outside, Ezekiel is waiting. Waiting for me to pull myself together. Waiting for me to be someone I’m not sure I can be.
“Eden?
