Daciana’s POV:
I couldn’t sleep.
My mind was a chaotic mess, swirling with fragments of Alexander’s words, the feel of his lips against mine, and the emotions I didn’t want to admit still lingered in the depths of my heart.
I had spent years building a wall around myself, a fortress designed to keep him and everything he represented out. But now, with a single moment, a kiss, I felt that wall cracking, and it terrified me.
I sat on the edge of the bed in my hotel suite, staring at my trembling hands. I had managed to escape the room after Alexander’s kiss, claiming exhaustion and a need to rest before the next day. But the truth was, I had been running. Running from him, from myself, and from the truth I didn’t want to face.
"Get it together, Daci," I whispered to myself.
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